The Path

Along with darkness
I walk a line,
Unaware of the
passing time.

Inch by Inch
I go my way,
Passing by the
lying pain.

Death and destruction
all around,
Nothing making
a single sound.

A light is shining
up ahead,
giving hope
to the already dead.



Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2005-10-07 at 16:47

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penfold18
Threre is almost a loneliness about this piece I to like the glimmer of hope at the end , well done.
2005-10-11


Zoya Zaidi
Sad, and yet with a ray of hope. Well done
2005-10-07