The Haunted

Looking for the Light

Tussy
you see...

what no one else's can,

you hear...

what you don't see,

you feel...

what you can't hear,

you scream...

no one hears,

you're afraid...

no one cares,

you fight...

the unseen,

you're alone...

trembling in the dark,

suddenly...

a speck,

distant at first,

getting nearer,

growing bigger,

glowing brighter,

a light!

Published by Tussy

I first saw the light of day on the 19th day of November in the Pearl of the Orient Seas. Born and bred a Roman Catholic and received Catholic education from the primary on to the secondary until I finished...  View profile

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  • Richard Ryder9/13/2009

    very good.

  • Sheri Fresonke Harper2/9/2009

    Ah, the power of light to dispel fear, nice :) Sheri

  • Patrick Bernauw1/12/2009

    Wow!... The rhythm leaves you breathless!

  • Kristie Leong M.D.1/12/2009

    This is chilling! Great work. :-)

  • jpsixbear1/5/2009

    a light at the end of the emotional tunnel can only be good, or it could just be a guy with a flashlight who can help light your way for a bit

  • Jennifer Wagner1/5/2009

    What an intriguing poem!

  • P. B. Chase1/5/2009

    Love this and can't we all relate to that moment and the moment before?

  • 3lilangels1/5/2009

    cool one!

  • ElephantHeart Nine1/4/2009

    I've known times when I have looked for that light, and hoped that it wouldn't turn out to be a train. Good poem, Tussy.

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