A Dark Path

• Charlie Green, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

The dark path winds ever down. Through the mist my fears are whispered to me as I wander in the unknown. A daunting thought it was to start along it, yet I see that the shadows have grown deeper as the sun was setting, and a trickle of sorrow seeps into my heart as I know I waited too long.
It winds down still, and seeing the mist I yearn to go back, though for I know the twilight grows darker I wait no longer. I save myself from further pain and look forward to a glimmer of hope as I follow its winding under the sun’s dying light.