Friday, 10 February 2023

Ink

 


Something out there

is pulling us in.

My head is saying run,

legs are just following

the crooked pathway into beyond.

Where the thick raven darkness

dominates the view,

like a solid brick wall.

No features,

no shades of colour,

no subtle markings.

Just a wall of nothing

and that's right where

our feet are going.

 

We cling tight as the

liquid gloom

coats our skin.

We hold each other

in embrace,

as the darkness tastes

our sin.

In this fearful place,

the dark,

a living breathing thing.

We hold tight,

walking closely

through the charcoal sight,

as thick as night,

the inky black ensures fright.

 

Halfway through,

I feel fingers gripping

onto my shoes,

I feel brushes

as hands reach out to touch us,

but I see nothing.

Just the jet black void.

Each step could be the last.

but we can't turn back.

 

I hear breathing,

hearts beating,

then realise they're ours.

Echoing loud.

I hear the others.

Their whispers, the slurp of licked lips.

I focus on the heart beats

and pray that the end will be quick.

I hold your hand.

Then the murkiness collapses around us

We are back where we started.

Sun light beams down

birds sing, 

and for a second I think

I'll never let the darkness win,

life is too beautiful a thing.

 

 

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