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Those Of The Damned

There is a seeming nothingness to the air

A brisk night and a long walk

Takes me to the woods

Darker than the rest of the night

Where the wind blows in rhythm

And the noises heard are all foreign

There’s a comfort in the not knowing

There’s an element of fear, as well

If you think about it for too long

You can convince yourself

That it’s just not worth it

But, if you are quick

And you keep your mind on track

You can forge ahead

Into the woods

Into the darkness

Where the wind blows strange

And all the sounds

Are those of the damned

Heading towards the unknown

And finding their way

To the light again

© Dicky J Loweman 2014