Night is blinding
The road seems eternal with colorless blobs surrounding its path
With little to look at leaving me fearful and uncertain
It twists and turns as if a blowing curtain
The moon sheds some light
Too weak to guide my way
It sits and awaits to be chase by the sun
And reveal this dark world around
So I will follow this road till tomorrow
And begin once again
On a new horizon's plain
But till now I run through this shaded world's terrain
Until I greet the sun rays and neglect this fearful sorrow
Graham Sherwood
Mon 13th Oct 2014 15:06
Loved the idea of night being blinding but I feel you could have made the body of this piece more malevolent and dark. It didn't seem to frighten you enough.
Well done
Graham