Poem
PITCH BLACK
My head is bowed, with my feet clenched to my body.
Sitting at a corner where no one could see me.
Static and Suppressed under the terror of the night;
I heard his soft voice linger in the atmosphere.
I turned my head slowly for that soothing sound;
But it was no use, i was in a pitch black room.
Suddenly, i felt his warm palm on my face.
As he came closer, his scent, in my head;
i couldn't trace. it was beautiful.
He knelt right in front of me,
And asked if i would stand with him.
I had lost my voice to fear,
But i squeaked a yes.
Slowly, we stood together and for the life of me,
I couldn't fathom why i trusted him so.
Then he led me to a meadow,
where the rays of the sun danced in colors.
Wait, that's it - he smelt of lilacs.
He twirled me around and we danced,
To the melody of a sax.
