Fever Dream
woodland weary
Running through the woods.
Perspiration and woodland weary.
Unable to find the thing you seek.
Outcome feels bleak.
Disregarded by a cruel G-d who created you.
The sun's rays are incessant.
Fortunate to be shielded by tall, lush trees.
Peripherals dominated by shades of green.
Traces of history gone by crossing a stream;
Obscuring footprints.
Anything to escape a fevered dream.
Angular rocks bang your feet.
Uncertain of the danger of which you flee.
Your shoes start to tear but the memories stick like Velcro.
In the shadow of soaring clouds.
A dreamscape without clarity.
Delirious.
The scent of pine rampant, lingers as you leave this world behind.
Awakened.
Hands clammy.
Adrenaline pumping.
Presence of mind.
Finally, you start to breathe,
as you start to throw off the blankets and sheets.
Letting out an audible gasp
from your now exposed bloody toes dripping crimson feet.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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