Jan 21
22donam's picture

A call from the dead

There's something about the darkness
it's just always there
bringing grief and despair
polluting the pure clean air
the darkness slowly drips into my head
an aching feeling of fear and dread
ringing and ringing a call fom the dead
to answer or to answer not
my desicion requries careful thought
alas I do not answer thee
I just turn tail and away I flee
when morning comes with rays of sun far and wide
I will not feel the need to hide
but here now I shall cower low
just waiting for it's light to show