Waiting in the Dark



A poem I wrote on the fly. Take from it what you will.

The sun's been gone an hour,
the darkness slowly approached.
Her fear grows stronger,
strength diminishes as the stars taunt.
There's time before the moon,
stranded below a deadly darkened light.
God's tears fall down on her,
they feel like the taunting of the devil.
Warm drops fall on bare shoulders,
a puddle forms beneath her toes atop foam shoes.
The air is warm as she begins to shake,
wind of an open oven breezes into her face.
Through the darkness a spear of light shines,
the beams of yellow fire blind her vision as her hands are no relief.
The rays shine passed her as her eyes focus,
her ride is here to take her away as her smile is reborn.

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