CHOICES

Lost in the blackened night
Hands of indistinct colour
Appeared
And desperation is a desperate thing
Comfort ... always a comfort
To let go whilst clutching tight
An impossible feat
Hope....or fright?

And the wind bemoaned another soul
That rose in unseen flight
On unknown paths
To the blackest of black nights
Choices...
Who
Ever 
Knows.
Marion Price(2019)