Old Pier
By LaurenNHutchinson
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 602 reads
The clock tick tocks,
The night comes near,
The darkness rolls in,
Upon the old pier.
The footsteps echo,
Throughout the cold night,
The silence lies thick,
Where there is no light.
The creak of the boards,
Ring out in the gloom,
Your heart beats faster,
It goes boom boom.
You stutter and stammer,
Panic in your eyes,
Your mouth utters nothing,
The sound does die.
The long forgotten
Old Railway path,
Lost in the black,
Held in its wrath.
As you near the edge,
Your mind starts to swirl,
The waves of the sea,
Thrash and hurl.
You take a deep breath,
And close thy eye,
Step out into the void,
And lost for all time.
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