Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Running through the shadows
Darting this way and that
I swallow hard
And keep running.
A looming darkness hisses against my neck
I Cling to the Fear
And run.
I'm running for my life
Feeling the way in front of me.
How do I know the way to go?
The way is the softest against my skin.
Do you not see me?
Sobbing in the dimming light
Clutching at hope
For sanity.
Death is all around me
Its cold, sickly fingers stroke my cheek,
Whispering sweetly, softly.
Like a breath of wind.
Do I stay, or do I go?
What is the meaning; my purpose here?
I'm running for my life.
Is this darkness, really light?

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