Post by Plug on Dec 7, 2011 20:25:56 GMT -5
The Dark Path
As I appear upon my doorstep
I realize something is amiss,
The chosen path before me
Is dark as an abyss.
I ponder my next move,
Weight shifting left to right;
Trying to determine
A simple source of light.
For what lingers in the shadows,
Just lying there in wait;
My pace has quickened surely
As I come upon the gate.
The rustle of each leaf,
And snap of every stick;
I'll reach my destination
But I hope to reach it quick.
I stroll into the light,
And take a quick look back;
'Wow,' I said absurdly,
'It doesn't look so black.'
As I appear upon my doorstep
I realize something is amiss,
The chosen path before me
Is dark as an abyss.
I ponder my next move,
Weight shifting left to right;
Trying to determine
A simple source of light.
For what lingers in the shadows,
Just lying there in wait;
My pace has quickened surely
As I come upon the gate.
The rustle of each leaf,
And snap of every stick;
I'll reach my destination
But I hope to reach it quick.
I stroll into the light,
And take a quick look back;
'Wow,' I said absurdly,
'It doesn't look so black.'