Darkness

They shuffle along,

Hat pulled down,

Hiding the despair,

Eyes on the ground,

Sometimes a glance poisons the air.

The scent of the morning dew,

On cut grass was never theirs,

I have been there,

In the underworld,

Pluto at my side,

Never wanting to be his bride.

Heart shrivelled,

Like a piece of dried fruit,

Walking in solitude,

Like the living dead,

No words in my head,

I became quite mute.

When freedom came,

I breathed in the light,

Joy returned,

And my world became right,

So pray for those,

Who are trapped and in hell,

And if you can’t,

Just wish them well.

by Carol