From the Forest Floor

You stole the light of the stars,
And the comfort of trees.
When you marched me into the woods,
Forcing me to my knees.

Through your twisted desires,
You extinguished my spark.
Murdering my soul,
Beneath the cover of dark.

When my pleas hit the air,
The words blew away,
Abandoning my spirit,
As it continued to fray.

My voice, never heard,
Held no sense of power,
While the authority in yours,
Triggered my being to cower.

Less than human,
My existence disposable,
Your sadistic urge,
Provoking sobs uncontrollable.

Backdrop to my nightmare,
The woods stood still,
Forever holding secrets,
Of the evil you spill.

You painted the landscape,
With a brush of violence,
Using your badge,
To coerce my silence.

With the force of a flood,
I unleash my tears,
Cleansing these wounds,
That sat festering for years.

Caught in your undertow,
Dragged far from home,
You thought you’d drowned me,
Allowing you to still roam.

But today I stand tall,
Roots strong as the trees,
My voice whispering a truth,
That rattles the leaves.

Hear me now, Sergeant Asshole,
Done are your games.
Your forest of fantasy,
Will burn bright in flames.

In piles of ashes,
Upon nature's floor,
I am born as a phoenix,
Among the stars I will soar.