Winter's Hollow, a poem by Jesse Batista at Spillwords.com
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Winter’s Hollow

Winter’s Hollow

written by: Jesse Batista

 

Take a walk with me through Winter’s Hollow
Where the bare willows creek and the dark mists follow
Where the trees throw shadows by the pale moonlight
And the frigid winds blow in the pitch of the night
Wandering so lost
So chilled to the bone
This place so isolated
So remote; all alone
Perhaps you’ve been joined by those who call
That sound wasn’t human no, not at all
You hear a sound
You turn to see
You couldn’t make out what it could be
Your pace quickens
Your surroundings close in
Waves of confusion
You whirl and spin
Frantically looking for what may come
Fall to the ground shaking and numb
Terror takes over your mortal soul
Looking down in the blackness of a six-foot hole
Bloodied body stiff and taut
You thought your efforts would lead to naught
Your broken heart filled with ominous dread
You’ve come to realize you’re already dead

Jesse Batista

Jesse Batista

I was born March 11, 1994 into a situation that was less than desirable and we'll leave it at that. I was given a new start at life when I was 13. It was this new start that introduced me to journal writing and music. My love of music turned into lyric writing and poetry. Much of what I write is heavily over toned in darkness but, on the occasion, the light of contentment shines through. Writing and other forms of art, including drawing, painting and photography, has helped me find my way. While I have music out in circulation, I have only just started to release my poetry. Since releasing it, I have been published in Inquisition Poetry and have had several of my poems read on the Dear John Show.
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