Entering the shaded glade
Trees whisper doom
Birds’ chatter turns to a ghastly screeching
Don’t turn back!
So close to the edge of the wood
Suddenly you are yanked back
Forced to face reality
A cardboard sun and marker green grass greet you
A world of facades,
to most seems a dreamland
All you can do is put on your happy mask
They see your painted smile and advance
All you have left is thinking, dreaming
of the dim forest of eternal sleep
Until you are greeted by its cool shade once again
K.B. Silver
Here is another poem I already had in one of my notebooks. I dusted it off a bit, and here we are. I believe I wrote this in high school if memory serves.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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