Older Still

Dark nights far from home still the presence of fear.

One foot then the next, through the cutting wind—

Disappear from the sight of the last familiar face;

And hang onto the thoughts of none.

You would give anything to say you’re lost,

But you’ve walked these streets alone—

Time and time again with your mind left dormant…

You will find your way home again.

Lose your way in the night, lose track of time

Listen to the sound of your heart beating—

And know the fright keeps your feet moving;

Know that this will not be the last night.

You will try to disappear.

       DannYetman

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