Darkness

Silence, darkness. Not a light in the furthest Reaches that my eyes can test, And yet, There’s a shimmer, a glimmer, A hint, a rumour, Of hope yet to come. A tremble in the earth. Trembling expectantly, eagerly. And as that shimmer, ever brightly, Increases, the tremor afoot, charging Almost an earthquake, I finally see it! That light That ever-so-spoken of light. A glimmer, a shimmer…no more But now, a beacon A herald as it beckons Drawing my tired limbs to the horizon Hope, potential Unstopped, raw, expectant. Stuck to the shaking ground, Ignorant of the sound, A clank, a roar, a whistle. A rush of air, oncoming, Right for me; crushing me Too enticed, engrossed, absorbed, To get off the tracks, Of the oncoming train.