The Story of my Life: In poem form

Quietness

Your walking through a forest

Leaves crunching under your feet

And twigs snapping every now and then

The wind softly whistles through the trees

You come to a clearing

And then there's silence

All you can hear is the calm beating of your heart

You look around

A dozen shades of green look back

You wait

For a voice, leaves crunching, footsteps

A sound, something, anything

But it remains silent

Calm at first but the constant silence is becoming creepy

Anxiety and fear pulse through your veins

You run as though the forest has stuck fire

Coming back to where you started you realized how foolish it was

Running and screaming through the forest for what?

Nothing was chasing you, nothing was there

Just silence and your own mind