Black. Black. Black.
Eyes wide open.
Fear, the force threatening to overcome me.
Look left. No right.
Please fucking please let me make it through the night!
The words part my lips, inaudible and foreign.
They hang waiting in the air. A visible sign of my vulnerability.
A life time or a second; it’s impossible to tell.
The response comes, calm, safe and familiar......
Love is the force that guides me.
Copyright © Alex Cridland 2018
Form of Poetry