CONFORMITY
I
stood before my window one late night
And
looked into the moonlit woods where I
Had
been so many times when sun’s bright light
Revealed
nocturnal hidings to my eyes.
But
as I gazed just then I was not sure
What
lay before me in mysterious dark.
The
shadows in the trees, they seemed to lure
Me
by their strangeness on the ashen bark.
I
felt warm humid air of sultry night
As
I found myself walking mesmerized
Toward
the darkened woods, forbidding light
To
reach inside in depths of quiet demise.
I
am alone, I thought, and yet the trees—
I
feel them watching me—they who led
Me
here, but still were deaf to all my pleas
To
let me go and give me back my bed.
I
stopped. I could not move,
and there I stood
At
mercy of the trees. They
moved, I saw;
They’re
closing in, and I’ll soon too be wood.
The
sunlight broke. My roots
were sunk like claws.
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