Poetry

In The

Three Line Tales 245

three line tales, week 45: a black silhouette in front of a fountain at night
photo by Zac Ong via Unsplash

dark you see the shadow of me, the one who keeps walking on this path at night alone with only your light to guide me.

I know that some think my path is more full of light and maybe it is but the darkness is still there waiting for its turn to come.

So it can swallow me up and leave nothing behind of the person you all once knew.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes