30 December 2012
Down a winding path I go.
Where it ends I do not know.
Towards the lights shining glow.
With my feet on air below.
Traveling towards the shining light.
Shining bright in the blackened night.
Pulling me with all it's might.
Should I run or should I fight.
I travel on looking ahead.
Wishing to be in my bed.
Praying to God that I'm not dead.
Regretting things that I have said.
The light gets brighter as I near.
I gather up all my fear.
Of all the things I do not hear.
As the memories reappear.
Pictures appear of years gone by.
I stop to look and wonder why.
I continue on with a tiny sigh.
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