My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

The Path

A slow paced walk through the trees,

Walking home to be alone,

The dangling keys are held so near,

Feeling filled, yet feeling fear.

A dark path looms ahead,

Wishing to be home soon,

I've been away for far too long,

I want familiar people.

Each key hits each other,

Creating a calm rhythm,

For the path it leads,

To an escape,

For me to go home.

The path it haunts me,

Even in dreams,

A subject on my mind,

I'm so afraid of what I'll find.

The keys dangle next to me,

I hold them tight, in my shaking hand,

The dim light has no end,

Is this world just pretend?

You see the path,

Is nothing real,

A nightmare it is,

A dream in me.

A path to Heaven,

Or will it go to Hell?

I suppose we're the only one's,

Who can tell.