Towards the Light

catherine

20 Oct, 2016 02:37 AM 
Silent world
Quiet night
The darkness
Forms within

The pain
The tears
They never seem
To stop

It's quiet
It's dark
But a light 
Is coming in

A man 
Dressed in
Black
Comes in

His face
Unsee-able
His weapon
Tall

Looking down
On me
Like he's
Smiling 


He sticks out
A hand
To help me
Off the floor

Off we
Go 
He signs
To me

I walk
I look
I wonder 
I ponder

Where's my
Heartbeat?
Where's
My soul?
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