III of swords
she asks me to follow her and i do without care
i wasn’t obliged but didn’t have anything better to do
unwillingly i take a glimpse at her, she has an air
where we are going ? i didn’t have a clue
the sun was shining bright and i didn’t have anything to share
so we kept walking until a wolf broke the silence
« shh shh » » she goes , the wolf passes by unaware
i look at her , never saw her so worried and off balance
we are close she sais to make me stop staring
back to myself i get a little embarrassed and look elsewhere
thats when i noticed two people and started comparing
they are so different yet have many things to share
she glances at me « what are you looking at over and over ? »
i apprise her of what i saw with details and firmly
« you can’t know ! »she sais ,if you look in their eyes you’ll find the answer
thats when she asked me to look at her and tell her what i see
i knew her for a long time but i always evaded her eyes
scared to see something, to know ,afraid of the concealed
but i decided to look whatever it implies
i saw her hanging in the border of a cliff ,her fate sealed
to my surprise i couldn’t say what i had witnessed
i spoke the first lie and looked away
and we went back to the comfortable silence , trusted
until i realised we were walking in a dark alley
i got scared and for a moment she refused to say anything
« life is sad because you keep looking for bad things
change you view and you’ll see what life will bring »
just as i was going to answer , a scream from nowhere springs
the wolf is in front us , the alley is almost desert
i look back i see her fixing him with determination
she screams my name , « stayyy alertttt »
my legs moves instinctively , running for my perdition
she takes out a knife and put it in my chest without hesitation
the wolf smelling blood comes running to feed
Iam laying there living eternal damnation
with a tear falling of her cheek she stabs it until it bleeds
she keeps on stabing the creature even after it died
crying now louder she screams tosses the knife and get back
she keeps getting back as if shes going to hide
but the creature had long died can no longer attack
i think i still have some moments before i go
but all i can think of is why i didn’t shout
why didn’t i fight why did i stand in her shadow
why did i go with her, i knew something was off theres no doubt
Iam cold and i dont feel my legs anymore
and my body feels very light
im very scared i wasn’t a good person i was a boor
im trying not to sleep but i think i might ….
Douglas MacGowan
Sat 24th Mar 2018 17:54
A poem that speeds up as you get nearer the end. You want to get to the end although I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that it wasn’t going to end nicely.