Winter sunrise

The weary traveller walks through
Shadow, eyes flitting from crack
To crevice. eyes wide as they scan
The snow and ice, looking

He knows they are around him, he
Can't hide from the haunting cadavers
That follow him. Every step shadowed
Every look mimicked, he cannot hide.


One grabs his leg, he panics, shoves
Away the mangled hand. They are
Closing in on him. He cant run or
Hide. They close in on him.

Then as one, they all vanish as
The first ray's of sunlight wash
Over the white landscape, Rendering
Darkness to but a shadow below the traveller

He blinks. Wondering if it was
Real. He takes comfort in the warm
Light, invigorating him, livening him.
He walks on. Leaving behind the nightmare

The mangled hand lies buried in the ice

cheers
Healing Poet