The Darkness
hanging onto the lightpole to keep from
falling into the wind
holding onto her hat to
keep from losing it in the air
when the moonlight shows through the dark clouds
she whimpers
clawing and scratching at the people to get away
from the maddening crowd
it's a dreary world out here
in the unknown and nowhere is a human in sight
she loses her strength every minute that passes
and the darkness follows her
the billowy clouds getting ever so darker
then comes the roar
as she hangs ever so tightly to the pole
taking in the sounds of the high pitch that
brings even the strong to there knees
and the sounds gets louder until the bright light fills the sky and
out comes the demon
scattering and hissing and clearing the runway
while sparks fill the air
I see the eyes of the demon and squint to ward off the twinkle
of the feeling of helplessness and am brought to my
senses by the moon so bright and full
in my drunken stupor after the moon has passed it's
lunor phaze I am whole again
until the next year when the time becomes shorter
and the people more vunerable in this life.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 4:57 AM UTC
The Darkness
hanging onto the lightpole to keep from
falling into the wind
holding onto her hat to
keep from losing it in the air
when the moonlight shows through the dark clouds
she whimpers
clawing and scratching at the people to get away
from the maddening crowd
it's a dreary world out here
in the unknown and nowhere is a human in sight
she loses her strength every minute that passes
and the darkness follows her
the billowy clouds getting ever so darker
then comes the roar
as she hangs ever so tightly to the pole
taking in the sounds of the high pitch that
brings even the strong to there knees
and the sounds gets louder until the bright light fills the sky and
out comes the demon
scattering and hissing and clearing the runway
while sparks fill the air
I see the eyes of the demon and squint to ward off the twinkle
of the feeling of helplessness and am brought to my
senses by the moon so bright and full
in my drunken stupor after the moon has passed it's
lunor phaze I am whole again
until the next year when the time becomes shorter
and the people more vunerable in this life.
Copyright@2007 Madeline C. Baxter
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