Autophobia

by Ice Star

Mountains

just over the horizon She sees the tell-tale sign
the great barrier north of
all of equestria
the waste where a crystal land was torn off the map
the fledgling nation of trotland
the only thing farther into this hateful
harmony-lacking waste
is the true valley of the tribes
not the wizard's little slice
rotting away like the rest of
history that She wants to forget
and almost did

vicious rock that tries to separate Her from answers
it cuts Her legs
until the blood is numbed like the rest of Her
hours upon hours
of walking
stopping
wanting to turn back

She falls to the ground when she reaches a point
where one as tall as Her can look
and see all

She remembers too and that's what breaks the ice
at least for now
Her raw scream is lost in the wind
but She finally cries again

Comments

[Violet Rose in The Rain]

I can kinda see why you would want to put 200-word poems for this.

Usually, I'd advise you to have at least 1000 words per chapter, but I'm out of my depth when it comes to poetry form.

[ddstory25]

I really like your poetry. The story in the poems is depressing but it makes the poem that mush better. Keep it up I really want to seehow this poem ends.

[the dobermans]

Hope to see more of this.