LOST
by Allen Vega
I’m lost, a child walking through the night, walking among the woods. The moon hiding behind the clouds, shows its face from time to time. I can see my breath in the faint moonlight, reminding me of the cold air around that blankets me. No warmth. Just cold.
The trees, which stand high, act like a veil, interrupting the moonlight that shines through the clouds. It shines and dissipates almost rhythmically with the clouds floating through the night sky. The light that struggles to make its way through, barely casts images on the earth beneath. In this darkness, there’s only one sound tonight: my heartbeat, resonating through the woods.
Thump-thump, Thump-thump.
It echoes.
Thump-thump, Thump-thump.
My feet don’t even make a sound. Each step is silent, almost as if I was walking on clouds. Maybe I am; I can’t seem to see the earth beneath my feet. All I see is the faint silhouette of the the trees, my solidarity, the darkness beyond the trees; the void beyond the darkness.
Am I alone in these woods? I’m afraid that I might be; but the most frightening thing isn’t my solidarity. The most frightening thing is that I might not be alone. Who walks these woods with me?
Thump-thump.
Who lurks in the darkness?
Thump-thump.
Is it watching me?
Thump-thump.
What are you?!
Thump-thump.
What do you want?!
THUMP.
THUMP-thump.
I’m alone in these woods; I’m lost. The only sound that resonates is my heartbeat.
Thump-thump, Thump-thump.
I can’t say how long I’ve been walking, this is the longest night I’ve ever seen. Where I am, where I’m going, it’s all unknown. I’m just walking; walking in the cold through the woods in the still of the night. Every now and then I’ll catch a glimpse of the light, seeping through the wall of trees that drape over the moonlight. They are my prison, standing tall and wide, growing close together.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
THUMP.
I’m lost, a child walking through the night, walking among the woods, walking.
About the Author:
Allen Vega: Growing up in a border town, I was exposed to different people from all walks of life. I grew to love writing and music and released my first Album in San Diego, California; It is this experienced that showed me a love for writing. Shortly afterwards, I moved to Olympia, Washington to expand on my life experience. It is here that I established myself as a teacher, family man, and an avid writer. I am currently working on a second album and a novel, along with spending time with my family.
