An old poem I did way back in 2004 (1st part of a 3-part series).
Photo courtesy of Sean Eng
In the silence I’m left,
Pacing, pacing.
Roaming in the deafening silence,
Grasping and clawing.
The air is closing,
My breaths are quickening.
I can’t see,
I can’t feel.
All I know is the silence is pressing,
Waiting and lurking,
To pull me the moment my step falters.
My steps grows quick,
Click, click, click.
I only hear the rythm of the fall of my feet.
Thud, thud, thud,
My heartbeat grows as my step quickens,
The only sound that fills my ears are my own.
The road is ever reaching,
Into the endless darkness.
I can’t know,
I can’t think,
What chases behind and what awaits in front.
Smirking and scheming,
Ready to pounce the moment my mind wavers.
The rain’s pouring and the wind’s howling,
I’m pacing, just pacing,
In the dark alleys of the unknown,
With the dread of nothingness swallowing me,
And wrapping its icy fingers around me.
