Darkness, like a smothering blanket
awaits to devour all that is light.
The footstep in the night
becomes a knife in the flesh.
A tiny heart pounds like thunder
Who sees ... Who hears...
The body shudders, while tears flow inside.
Numbness follows fear, as will breathes it's last.
From playground to study,alone,or with crowd;
the difference is there,yet reason be unknown.
Flee then into the night,or battle within.
Surely the run will lead to the doorway of hope.
Head high, tho' suffering,for wait can be without end.
The demise of perception is the result of
depth of soul and the will to examine it,
giving birth to a sense of belonging.
Dark glasses in a wheelchair,
an old pickup loaded with scrap,
brief joy brought warmth to a life.
From this heart to yours...myself do I give.