A JOURNEY IN THE DARK AND TO THE DARK

The sidewalk is gleaming in the lights,

The road has begun to turn muddy,

The city ends with the lonely sights..

Of the rain lashed plains that are soddy.

The mind is besieged with doubt-

of mortality and sustainability,

a calm, soothing, darkness does indeed shout

and relieves the mind of susceptibility.

The old forest is inviting, coolness seems to flow,

Leaves whistle in the breeze and rustle,

Fireflies flutter here and there and glow,

My eyes scan the forest as if its an old castle.

The clink of my boots echoes in the distance,

The eerie silence of the forest unhinges me,

I seem to be disturbed to take a glance

At the trouble that has been pestering me.

The path twists and turns, deep into the wood,

I follow it on a whim of my own,

The trees spread their branches like a hood,

I get a sense of security under the dome.