Friday, January 3, 2014

As the night passes

I walked through the fog.

Knowing not where I was going.

The only hope that I had was,

The sound of my friend bellowing.


I closed my eyes as he guided me.

Moving in a mist that kept me blind.

I could not help but wonder.

Is it safer to be behind?


Steeling my veins, calming my heart

I kept on moving through.

‘The end will be somewhere.’

My mumbling voice grew.


‘Open your eyes’, we are here.

My friend said with a laugh.

The mist gone, light everywhere.

My every pain was cut in half.

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