I’m back with Tuesday Tales.  I am taking some writing classes right now, so thought I would share some of that work with y’all. Another poem for you.

He Walks in Darkness

He walks in darkness, closing
hands, feet beating in step
with his heart. He doesn’t look
back, as if he had a choice, while

hands and feet beat. Onto steps
he climbs, eager to return
back, as if he had a choice while
turning from signs, fearing the end.

He climbs, eager to return,
all his fears scattering.
Turning from signs, fearing the end,
he is buried deep.

All his fears scattering,
a knife plunges into his heart.
He is buried deep as
he walks in darkness closing.