Silentwood

A poem for Erin and Eire.

"Hello, I have experienced death."

Falling. That's the word.

I felt like I was falling,

Despite the fact that I

Was safely on the ground.

I smiled. It felt good.

It was cold and dark,

Wherever I was. It smelled

Like wet leaves and my thoughts

Were the only sound in the

Silence. I decided to call

It Silentwood. I couldn't

Move or speak, but it

Was calm. Peaceful.

I liked it, the dark

Silence in the cold

And lonely place where

It smelled like it had just rained.