In the Darkness

As I stand and look around me,

I see I am all alone.

The fear and desperate feelings

chill me to the bone.

I try and think “I’ll be OK;

I won’t give up without a fight,”

but there’s something awful out there,

blocking out the light.

I yell, demanding an answer –

to know the reason why.

But here no one is listening

to my weak and silent cry.

2 February 1991