Walking through these dusky roads
Holding on like a trail unfolds.
Whispering voices in the night.
Crawling backwards into the light.
Fingers touching along my hair.
Eyes watching, with a horrific stare.
Walking til my feet don't work anymore.
I think I have been here before.
Standing before my judgement day.
Hope nothing frightening decides to stay.
Lived longer then you'll ever know.
Maybe now it's my time to go.
Feeling strong and in control.
Whatever decisions are made, I need to know.
I lived this long to tell my story out loud.
I'm drifting forward under the clouds.
You may know me from what you have heard.
Scratching the surfaces and through the dirt.
I'm back and you are here...
I lived these moments, I felt the fear.
©terrylin53
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