There's a dark
desolate Highway
Which holds all of
My phobias and
Fears,
Hiding around
every corner
Waiting for the
moment
To jump out
and Appear,
As I roam around
In the darkest
of The dark
I feel them all
Around,
My eyes are
wide open
Yet I can not see
I keep walking
Hoping to never
Be found.
©sundust
S