Figure
Dark and gloomy
Torn and scared
Bitter coldness all around
Rickety branches and feeble leaves
Dark vast pits
Masked in the brush
Step by step taken lightly
Something is moving
What shall it be
A dark vague figure
Following
Step more rapidly
Moving faster
Further on
A rusty-chained gate
What lies thereafter
Shall be unknown
Heart pulsating and racing
Not knowning what shall happen
What does it want
Gradually turning
Breathing in the moist raw air
Going the other way
Back from were you came
Back to it
Asking what it wants
But no reply
Them observe
It's hiding
Not wanting to be seen
Leave me alone, it whimpers
Dont hurt me, Go away
Thats when reality takes place
The vague figure
Isnt vague anymore
But more solid
Getting closer
Being able to see
That figure is familiar
That figure is me
