ALONE IN DARKNESS

There is no light on the moor,

I stumble in the rebounding silence,

I see a weak light miles ahead,

I suppose it is a place without violence.

Night has settles fast upon the area,

A cool wind beats my forehead,

Still I am perspirating freely,

My legs seem to be made of lead.

The grass seems to be wet,

Mist gathers on the rocks,

Acts as a veil to hide the light,

And, to find my way, I am at a loss.

I seem to be going in circles,

The ground under me seems familiar,

Adrenalin seems to rush my veins,

I can’t find my way to my lair!!!