Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25975226-20150317112055

So I've been trying to get this poem going and right now I need advice on the content more than the actual poem. If I'm not heading in the right direction, I really need to know! I have other ideas in mind, so please let me know what you think!

I went into the woods today, Just for a pleasant stroll, No one was there, to my dismay, Not even one lone soul.

I went into the woods today, The trees blocked out the light. For peace, ‘twas a small price to pay, To lose the gift of sight.

I went into the woods today, I felt a sense of dread. Afraid of what? I could not say; I could not go ahead.

I went into the woods today, The shadows closing in. Trapped in by convoluting grey, Invading my pale skin.

I went into the woods today, Something moved up ahead. I quickly turned to back away, The path seemed to stop dead.

I went into the woods today, I can not see the end. How do I get out? Where, which way!?! My vision starts to bend.

Where am I going? I can’t see! My courage is unfound. My conscious mind is flying free, My body meets the ground.

I feel something dragging me, My back and bottom hurt. I dare not look upward and see, Whatever holds my shirt...

The woods around me never end. A ceaseless sea of brown, With some green, and yellow and red, In contrast, I’m run-down.

I try to scream. ‘Help!’ I declared, I try to wriggle free! But all the while, far too scared To crane my neck and see.

Now it lets go, and I just run My legs slower than time. And soon enough, I’m caught and spun, As it extends its spine.

It’s eight feet tall quite easily, It’s skin is black as night. It spreads its mouth wide, evilly... My body’s full of fright.

It stares down with its soulless eyes, And I can breathe no more My parents filled me with their lies “No fiends behind this door!”

It grabs me with its skinny hand. Again I’m being dragged, My lungs quickly shrink and expand. It makes me want to gag. I went into the woods today, I found a pretty spot, And when I turned to walk away, I found that I cannot.

I went into the woods today, And then I heard a shout. “That sounded quite like me,” I say, I did not come back out. 