Gothic Poetry

Cloudy skies

Silent screams

Wind rustling through the trees

You told me then 

I should remember now

The best advice 

Was to run like hell 

Through the dark 

Towards the light

All my senses scream flight not fight

Almost there

I can see the end

Then the shadow blocks my way again 

I try to stop 

It's too late

Now I must accept my fate

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-Tanya Petkau