Poetry

Darkness Dancing Down

Follow the beaten road

Where flickering street lights line the way

There you will find none who dare be around

With rain pouring and darkness dancing down

On the other side of the wooden doors nature cries

Darkness holds every corner hostage under the clouds

Shielded by the storm we sit on old barstools

Cradling drinks in our warm hands

The bar is unusually quiet on this rainy night

With soft murmurs moving through our ears

Overhead an old song singing about the road to Athy

As voices fade in and out in the yellow glow

Paying for our drinks we leave the bar

Leaving the harsh warmth for comforting cold

Out into the freezing rain and chilling wind

Our joyful laughter swaying in the night

Thunder booms along with our pounding hearts

Bright lighting matches the same light as our spark

The rain washes off unsaid sins and dried blood from our scars

Following the same rhythm we hold different cards

We stand in the middle of the unforgiving storm

Letting the rain hit our shoulders and more

Wet hair sticking to our foreheads making it hard to see

Not feeling the pain of our bare feet torn by old concrete

Screams like thunder in the sky

Voices like lightning through the night

Tears like rain running down rooftops

We are children of the storm

Follow the beaten road

Where flickering street lights line the way

There you will find two who dare be around

With rain pouring and darkness dancing down

1 Comment

  1. Dana Porraro Reply

    This is so extrordinary. I think u are on ur way to having a career in writing. Well done Mia. Xo grandma

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