poem

As dark as freshly planted concrete.
The night engulfs me
The sound of rain poring down on me, on the trees around me.
Drip .
Drip.
Drip.
As I walk the rain plasters my hair to my face.
It's peaceful and quiet, it can't keep me from wondering: is this heaven?
My sense tingle with paranoia as I hear the faint footsteps of a hunter stalking it's prey.
Grass sticks in between my toes.
The air smells like a long lost christmas.
Happiness has never been so easy.
Peace and quiet has never been so relaxing.
Rain continues falling like all of heaven is crying.
I can't help but wonder if somewhere someone is dyeing,
If someone's broken heart is bleeding,
If a child is being born,
If someone's love is perishing,
If someone is being falsely accused.
Yet here I am standing like a
shadow among the monstrous trees ,
smiling.