Like a cigarette burning down into a cinder,
Like a hot burning campfire, with your eyes alight,
As you and your friends drink from sunset to dawn,
As the timber is used and wasted, in the air.
As you sit alongside the edge, of an abandoned wharf,
With not even one animal to be seen, by you,
You stare and gaze at the movements of the lake,
Watching………as the water glistens right onwards our awaken eyes.
You feel sudden coolness in the change of weather,
No sound you make will be heard or interfered.
Yet, the clothes you wear will be one, to comfort yourself,
Not making you feel left on your own shelf.
Barren are the woods behind,
Of which you search into
For mother’s nature borrowed hut
To keep you dry, from winds and rains.
Civilization and communication is miles away,
Little food and liquids is kept in your haversack.
Yet, you have located a somewhat cozy spot,
But since you have searched, you are now left completely lost.
There is no news to watch and to listen too,
There are no newspapers lying around to be read.
There are no modern home facilities to accommodate you with,
There is just you and your little haversack.
You hear the creatures of the night; call out in their lingo,
You feel the strong wind blowing across your face, from side to side.
You talk. Yet, no one hears.
You are here with some small fear.
Boredom has not entered your head,
Yet there are running thoughts, streaming out in gushes.
Sleep is what you decided,
Instead of, eating some of the food.
The weather gets colder, as the time slowly passes on,
There are no sheets or pillows, to lie on.
Your sweater will have to do, to keep you warm,
But no sleep you will get, until dawn.
All is quiet. Just a song from a couple of bush birds,
The dew is drying up from the bush and dry grass.
Four on-time footsteps are racing away,
As they find their food for a new day.
Shiver from the light drops of rain, received overnight,
Your feet are warm but cold, underneath.
The images of animals, of noise by night,
Are brought in perspective, the whole daylight.
The specific amount of time doesn’t make you worry,
As you have other things more important, on your mind.
Figuring out, where you are and what to do,
Lost. Even without any money, to call for help on any phone.
Your stomach requests for a little to nibble,
While your thoughts, question if you should go on a trekking.
If you move on, you may miss people, whom would be looking for you,
If you start walking around, you may then get yourself further lost.
You decide to stay and build a better shack,
For you don’t even know if there is such a search.
Your shack is completed with soft leaves of bedding,
A bark-timber shack is constructed, so very little rain will seep in.
In front, there is no door. Only a wide cave like opening,
The height of this shack is as tall as a normal two-man tent.
Set away, is the campfire of warmth,
Where you’ll sit around and gaze at the flames.
You’re lonely, as there is no one who could assist you,
Or to help you attain your daily needs.
There is but yourself, imagination and “bush ambition”,
That will make you overpass these past feelings.
After setting a small-like home,
You then decide to go for a stroll.
To see what if any, living souls are around,
After a time or so, there is nothing to be found.
You have just settled down by now,
There is little else for you to do,
As you have thought of a lot for one day,
Inside you, you feel rather strange.
It is that you are consistently thinking of a special woman,
That has always acted towards you, as a wife.
But you, only like her personality, not her looks,
And that was what caused the sudden rift, in your young life.
As the darkness nears, you are cooking like made,
Feeling more for your stomach, then what’s inside your head.
There is the senseless feeling of hatred being released,
As you direct your eyes towards your neat looking shack.
The wasted time of not having feelings for her,
The wasted time of not bedding with her,
They were the times of when you thought you were wrong,
And they were the times of both enjoying everything.
But you were scared, just like the recent night,
You were frightened, that she would accept thee “popped question”.
You, just you alone was to blame,
From that sudden blankness ever since.
Remember how cold you felt all over?
Remember how you didn’t want to speak to anyone?
Well, if you don’t, you should have a somewhat different feeling now,
One that you’ll never forget, for the eternity of your life.
But! There is a second chance you will have,
You will have to be readied at once.
As the situation will be laid in front of you,
But you will have to spread the bread on the butter.
The scene will be yours, as long as you are patient,
Your split second decision will determine the land of your life.
The silver platter will be served, so you can feed yourself properly,
No interference will be distracting you, for any reason at all.
So then you can start eating slowly, and again feel a few drops of rain,
Build the smoking fire with very little fuel,
And decide to stay up for a while in the dark,
Then like a shot in the air, there are mingled voices heard from afar.
Listening with caution, the voices sound feminine,
At the same time, there is a sound of someone bashing the bushes and trees, with a stick.
They can see the campfire light of the camp, and they approach with care,
Yes, what a surprise! The girl you know and you were just thinking about, is here with her friend.
For instances of precious moments, there isn’t anything said.
They all looked conditionally wet and tired.
You invite them to your shack and tell them that you’ll stay outside,
They blush to the thought of a man, being a gentleman (in the bush), and being so kind.
How and what has made you, as you are?
Where and when will you decide to call for help?
What will you say when Elizabeth opens her mouth, to you?
Will you say the right words, at the right time?
The woman converse with you in small talk,
Then they brought along with themselves.
You insist that you set up the tent by yourself,
And you do so, in time of haste.
The tent fits three people; again you decide to be decent,
As the women both unpack in such unlimited time.
You stare at the shadows, which can be seen through the outside of the tent,
Eyes sparkling, as your mind visualizes, on only one of the women.
Then the lights go out and a bicker is heard,
And you thought that they’d come out for a bit of talk.
The animal creatures of the night, take control,
To they’re individual echoing sound of each species.
It seemed an hour or so, when the light dimmed to dark,
And then racing out the tent runs, Elizabeth.
“She touched me all over with her hands,
She wanted to kill me, if I didn’t follow her instructions.”
You see blood drooping from one of Elizabeth’s arms,
And then call out to the woman left in the tent,
“Get out this instant, or I’ll come and you’ll feel sorry!”
“Come in! Come in! There’s nothing for you to fear,” she replies.
Picking up some timber, just for your own protection,
You race inside the tent and find that that woman is looking bare.
She had some blood smothered around her arms and legs,
And yet there was no kina to be seen.
You talk like the voice of God, is with you at heart.
This woman is calmed down by now.
She passes the hidden knife to you,
And says she doesn’t remember a thing that happened.
You at first, half believe her and ask her to clothe herself full,
Elizabeth is tearing crying and afraid to live on through the rest of the night.
How she was lying there,
Looking dead.
But you are outside,
Wrapping your arms around Elizabeth,
Trying and trying to comfort her,
By talking about her other things.
This turn out to be the right time for you to be personal with her,
To let out the feelings that you wanted to share with her, before you’d both broken up.
And she listens with intent and truthful understanding,
As you ask her for her forgiveness, in the way you treated her before.
Cuddling up together in your shack with soft spoken words,
The night drags on until the following day.
Were there are men in military uniforms, fully equipped with weapons,
They question them of why they were there and a while later…handcuff the other woman.
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