Into the Night (poem)

Scourging blindly through the thick brush
Moving farther and deeper into this void.

The full moon’s glow obstructed in the night sky
Outlining the once bright now dark clouds.

This must be a trick,
For I hear them calling my name.
As if chanting in unison, “The End is Near”.

I begin to run.
Thorns cutting deep into my legs and shins.
It is again quite; I am safe once again.

Once again the chanting starts
First blending with the howling wind.
The voices singing, no dancing,
Now laughing within.
Becoming louder, as if in my very head.

How I yearn for the end to come.
And yet again my flight begins.

Running blindly “Into the Night”.
How I fear this will never end.