In my mind there’s a forest.
It lives, I’m utmost certain.
In this forest there’s a creature
that joyfully laughs lurking.
Through the mouth it spits fire.
Its flames burn my trees
and the smoke gets higher
than my eyes can see.
It hurts, the vile creature,
as I try this problem to solve,
as I melt and dissolve
in headaches and seizures.
It grows, the wicked nightmare,
and yet hides skillfully,
and into my soul it stares.
Horribly unfair, I say
for my leaves took years to grow
and, fast as the wind can blow,
it destroyed my night and day.
Oh, problem! Leave the leaves alone!
They’ve done you nothing!
Why won’t you listen?
Must I solve you like the rest
of the others who ventured here
so my trees, branches and flowers
can rest at ease?
Please!, I scream in revolt,
but the vile creature refuses to halt.
It fights, it hides and it taunts
and I force my mind and it hunts.
I’m searching the demon, I’m trying
but my leaves, in silence, keep dying.