More poems by darkenedblood

Night

Bitter cold bites at your soul
Feverish feelings take a toll
Moonlight opens a small trail
Trees surround you tall but frail

The moon is blocked by a cloud
The silence becomes loud
You stop dead cold
What lies ahead maybe death and despair untold

You continue into the night
The trail is out of sight
How, you ask, do u escape this fright?
Turn on your flashlight
Poem by darkenedblood