Writing

THE WALK

Walking down streets of black

On a rainy night

From fear I was about to crack

In the distance I see light

Fog rising in air

Wind chilling to the bone

Mist clinging to my hair

As I journeyed home

In this instance

Trees of shadow

Creaking in the distance

Darkness as it follow

So ends the night’s presentation

As I reach my destination

 


 

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