Going away
Out of this hell,
Older than life,
Death calls.
Beauty is life,
Yet ugly is the
End

Pitch black.
Black as night.
Blacker than black.
All is silent.
Eerily
silent.
Deathly
silent.
Waiting.
Fearing.
Expecting...
the worse.

The wind whistling,
winding itself
through
the trees,
seductively,
assertively,
aggressively.
Tension
building.
Coming
closer.
Gathering
pace.
Leaves
quiver.
Trees
shake.
A flash
of lightening.
A piercing
crack.
Dead above.
Eyes
wide.
Heart
stopped.
Frozen.

Then just as abruptly as it arrived, its gone.
Leaving the rain behind.
Pitter,
patter,
plop
on the tent canvas.
Soothing.
Calming.
Zzzzzz.

Dawn comes.
Birds sing.
Fresh morning dew.
All's well in the world once more.

Til the next time....

Sometimes I escape
To a far away place
Where the screams are muffled
And the tears dry up
Where my memories can slowly fade away
Today I went to that place
And tonight I have to return
To my reality
Where the screams take place
The tears turn red
And the memories become nightmares