I wrote this poem at a bar in New Hampshire in 2005. I was just killing time and feeling blue. I asked the waitress for a pen and proceeded to write this on a stained napkin.You never know when inspiration will hit.
DIM AND ANCIENT FOREST
By Patrick Lee Hebert
Imagine a dim and ancient forest
Where the light barely graces
Where there is no sunshine…
The sky being ashen
Imagine being there alone
Day after day
Night after night
Hardly ever emerging
Except to feed on life
Then back to the forest
Where silence is the rule
The trees never rustle
The wind never blows
No-one sees me here
Totally alone
Wanting to leave
Afraid to leave
Imagine being here with me
Dim and ancient moods
Alone with the trees
Alone even though I am here
To see the sky
Would be a miracle here
Just gray through the leaves
Heavy heart….heavy soul…
Not even death visits here
Afraid to be dismal I guess
No fear of him here
Even when feeling dead is natural to me in this place
Imagine a dim and ancient forest
Go there and see for yourself
It’s easy for me
It’s my soul
