#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright.

Her normal routine,
Through the tunnel,
At the dawn of night,
Without a fright.

At the exit,
There he stands.
But where is the light,
that's supposed to be bright?

When she sees him,
She has to decide.
Does she choose flight,
Or should she choose fight?

She knows what she feels,
in the pit of her stomach.
A form of fright,
Squeezing her tight.

She wants to run,
so she tries.
But the darkness of night,
It's stopping her flight.

She was a good girl,
They all agreed.
But he took her light,
That one sorrow night.

For he was the darkness,
He cannot be stopped.
He takes the light,
From the ones that shine bright.




© Seniz Mehmet