Country darkness <br />a clot of black night over there <br />a car, a figure hurrying away <br />calls me without words <br />to my destruction <br />without a choice <br />I pant and run <br />cry No - No – No <br />But the damage is done <br />the calm-eyed children <br />who wait behind the smudged dark <br />reach for my hands <br />grasp my fingers <br />their needles pierce my palms <br /> <br />even as I wake <br />to the comfort of my lover’s arms.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-nightmare/
