Dark Walk Home
20/12/2013 15 Comments
Silhouette in headlights
show horns that aren’t there.
The ghost of a scream
from an engine in pain,
the distance to home
down dark winding lane,
the night when I feel most afraid.
Boots on the pavement
beat rhythms in time.
The wind whistles cold
chilling straight to the bone,
invisible voices
making me feel alone,
the moon shows a path with its shine.
The shadowing presence
that’s tracking my way.
Not daring to look
for fear of revealing,
sure that a demon
with offer appealing
will drag me to worlds far away.
Is it breath on my neck
or the whistling breeze?
The chill on my skin
that raises my hairs,
the growl of a voice
that may not be there,
the sounds that cause my blood to freeze.
Arriving at home and the
doorway well lit.
Comfort now reached
from the following night,
into the warmth
and welcoming light,
darkness now left far behind….. or is it?
You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted a change from love poems. Totally spine-chilling. Glad I’m not walking anywhere alone tonight. This would come back to haunt me. This is great in a really scary way. 😉
Thank you. No doubt there will be another ‘love’ poem being spouted soon…
And all sorts of poems will be appreciated by your readers……..unless you diss Santa. 😉
You’ve read my Jingle Bells one, right?
Exactly! 🙂
Brilliant, and the first time I’ve got goose bumps from a poem.
Really?? Thank you Jules, that’s such a compliment, as I’ve said before, to induce a physical reaction 🙂
Very compelling; I enjoyed it!
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it, and thanks for taking the time to comment
you manage to write something very much ‘not’ a love poem. chilling.
Thank you Fi 🙂
Freaky!!but you got the message across alright.
Glad you liked it 🙂
Well you succeeded in scaring me. You write so well!
So kind… Every encouraging word is such a bonus. Thank you.