The night
cold
dark
lonely
sitting alone
bewildered
what will be?
I began to write
eyes burning
trembling
can someone help me!
my voice
echos
through dismall streets
flickering lights
above
half-way blown
voices
drawing closer
wind
howling
a tear
escapes the lob
hungry
surrounded
by filth
tired
weary
why me?
ghostly figures
emerge
blindly
peering in
to and fro
fright
bethrowns me
here
in a world
where
nothing
and
no one
lives.
Written by :- Giselle Joseph
This is a vivid write, Giselle, a glimpse of pure terror that one doesn't wish to experience. You have a very active imagination! Carl.