The Dark of the Night

April 12, 2011
In the dark of the night.
I stand haunted by my thoughts.
Distracted and confused,
Not sure how to carry on.
Lost in a track not sure how to redeem,
Left to fend in the cold night breeze.

A quivered breath, is covered with cold lifeless fingers,
As a head light flashes and exposes our eyes,
Soon a struggling shadow to keep alive,
We are left in anxious silence,
Awaiting a new arrival
To illuminate the glistening night.

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