Written for Uncanny
– 9th November 2012 - Foresters
Cold
night
The wind blowing chilly,
Leaves dancing within a swirling whirlwind
rustle
on the damp night time air
She shivered and huddled further deeply
within her comforting warm coat,
Hands in her pockets, shoes clipping
along the pavement
Head down, focussed on her journey not
trying to care
Hurry, hurry she was late, her thoughts
panicked, and a frown
Hovered across her wrinkled brow.
How had she got here, how had she
arrived,
Where was she going now?
She glanced behind her, not knowing what
she would see
But the darkened shadows under lighted
street lamps
Weaving round the baroness of the looming
trees
A quiver tingled down her spine
This was not where she should be,
This was not her time
But she had to keep on going, keep moving
forward
Forgetting the past, nothing ever lasts
She blocked out the grief, her unbelief
Blighted by her darkening spirit,
despairing soul
Her very self - hidden in a deep black
hole
Chased by memories creeping, catching up
behind her
Lost in the blinding foggy mist her mind
a blur
She didn’t want to remember, desperate
not to recall
Those precious sacred moments before her
downfall
The struggle, the fight to keep on
hanging on
Her weakness letting her down, she
wasn’t strong
With every stroke of that bloodied knife
Wielding, yielding, cheated
Slipping away from life
And yet she kept on walking not knowing
what she was heading for
A ghostly form doomed to wander our
deadened streets for ever more.
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