The Lonesome Traveler

Down the pathway only halfway, destination not in sight Strode the weary lonesome trav’lr through the dark and misty night Slowly, slowly trod the stranger, danger lurking in the dark Ever forward, forward, forward, on his journey he did embark No turning back, no backward glances, chances taken in the gloom Each step closer, closer, closer to an unknown pending doom Senses ever tuned to danger, stranger things have happened here Quickened steps, what comes next? Outstretched palms wet with fear A door before him, closed and locked, nightly comfort seldom shared A little voice, a whispered voice, “Mommy, Daddy, let me in. I’m really scared.”