Sad Forest Of Dread

Sad forest of dread, your morning crowds me
with loud hatred
and the whole world crawls in my head.
They sit on my couch, spilling coffee and
lies. Gross laughter – snorting
at sticky children.

I have said that I am not a city
to muck around, but they watch me
like my ancient bricks are
Italian art,

my legs,
my hands,
my lips become earthquakes

I am the black silence, awkwardly shaking
against the wall while a baby
crunches tomatoes against my skull,
and this flimsy morning is
scalding me with people

carrying invitations to disease.
I want to be free of
this nausea
and take some of their trade,
but I cannot.

My skin has been nourished by neglect
and poverty, I’ve been
eating grass roots and building castles
for worms,

and if you follow my example, you might be the
wisest, and the loneliest,
to ever sit in this sad, sad forest
of dread.

About Maggie Mae

"I write because I must". I am a poet of dark imagery. I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words). If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark. It is available @

Posted on June 8, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. I may have to steal “nourished by neglect.” There are so many things one could do with those two words together. Lock ’em up tight so I don’t run off with them.🙂

  2. I really like your Pom,it is very moving.

  3. whoops I meant poem sorry!

  4. Spilling coffee and sticky children. Your poems always make me feel as if I have just watched a full length feature film.

  5. findingmyinnercourage

    Sad Forest Of Dread is excellent writing!

  6. I love this!

  7. Exquisite. I love the metaphor of the world in one’s head. It really connected with me.

  8. Monika Amita Bakshi

    Splendid! Loved it. Specially the phrase…” I want to be free of this nausea…” I can connect so well with it and whole poem.

  9. Your word choice is evocative and visceral. Loved…spilled coffee and lies…told me so much about those people. Brilliant work.

  10. Full of powerful and thought provoking imagery. A real pleasure to read

  11. Hello.. Beautiful.. Peace Tony

  12. well written and expressed, I enjoyed reading it

  13. Wow, powerful poetry! Left me feeling haunted. I had to read it again!

  14. Maggie, you never cease to amaze me. I truly read your poetry as a child might – wide-eyed with wonder and when I’m finished, your words still continue to prance. I know of this sad, sad forest as well; at least now I know it’s populated…

    Well done, Maggie!

  15. it’s touching ,i liked the way you breathed life in a the house ,it’s a house right? It’s like a piece of magic that you can read heart-wrenching words woven by a dying house ,you’re ingenious .My favorite line is “My skin has been nourished by neglect
    and poverty, I’ve been
    eating grass roots and building castles
    for worms,” this line beers the essence of our beings we’re doomed to be preyed on by worms ,it’s a strong message indeed .Keep the good work =)arabian roses

  16. Nicholas Gagnier

    Masterful work, Maggie.

  17. Thanks for sharing such a nice poem🙂

  18. This is one of your best – so many powerful lines I can’t select one or two. Congratulations.

  19. “And the world crawls in my head . . .” Wow. That’s all I can say. Good stuff. Meaty. And raw. Nicely job, girlfriend. xoJulia

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