Pony Poems Vol. 1

by Show Off

This is no Sunny Glade

The leaves of these plants aren’t soft and forgiving;
They slash my skin as I tear through the undergrowth.
Thorns shred my clothing and dig deep into my skin,
Drawing more blood.

The flowers’ only beauty is in their deadliness;
The trees creak forebodingly, threatening to smother me.
The grass is a blanket of razors, painful to step on.
And that’s only the flora.

The fauna are even worse.
Eyes peer at me through the destructive leaves;
Shadows lurk in the inky blackness, waiting for a chance to strike.
The buzzards circle menacingly over me, waiting for my inevitable collapse.

This forest is a prison, trapping my body and mind.
I can’t escape this place; I can’t escape my fear.