-I am beginning to realise that my poetry is getting stranger with the deepening intensity of the darkness on my way home.-

The air is thick around me
"I'm lost
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I am going"
I whisper silently inside

Pavements are tripping me up
And everyone I see has threats
In the way they walk
In those eyes
Those looks
Those whispers

And I'm waiting on but a word
Waiting on a moment
Or a phone call
Another whisper

But I am alone and the air
The air is thick and cold on my skin
And it chokes fog from my throat
As I let out sighs of fright
And the mist whispers subtly

Like the whispers of shadows
The whispers I search after
And the whispers of the wind. 

The End

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