Virtual Ink February//March//April 2014 | Page 16

down this path BY RIPLEY DOUP Down this dark path I travel With its twists and its turns With its hazards and its pain The pain the churns and burns The looming trees above me Taunt words that cut to the bone They whisper sorrow and they whisper death I feel frightened and I feel alone The shadows that surround me Reveal my past and my scars They find my hidden sins That are as many as the stars 16