Enchanted Forest
Photo Courtesy of Maddison Waitt
An enchanted forest
turned three years sour
Plagued with darkness,
infected with hurt
No sun shines through its barren trees
No cries escape the mouths of the haunted
Could its floors become luscious again?
Could its trees part ways in an evergreen smile?
Could its winds whisper tunes?
Or is it forever cursed to spend all eternity
lusting after what it never quite had,
but always desired
About the Contributor
Maddison Waitt, Staff Writer
Maddison Waitt is a senior at Freehold High School. This is her second year as a member of The Colonial. Maddison enjoys spending time with family and friends, reading, and writing. In the future, she would like to pursue a career in film, either producing or writing scripts for various projects.
