A Trick of the Light

November 25, 2014 Dark, Poetry 0

by Lilly Baxley

My lungs are closing in

as the air around grows thick,

weakening with each heave

death is closing in too quick.

The light around you shines

marking the path, easy to see,

but no matter my strength

you still lay out of reach.

How to survive a trap out here

where eyes fill with things never seen,

beauty so clear?

All merely victims

who turned in your direction

to steer.

Close will they  get

before the trap,


fate always knew they would lose the bet.

As I fall further away

an irresistible glow blinds my eyes

from where you stand

I may reach for that light

but darkness is closing in

on my hand.

About Lilly Baxley

Stage manager, theater lover, artist in various forms. poetry writer and wannabe killer of zombies! (Michonne in the making)

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