Hold My HandA Poem by mandya friend's hand is always welcome
Shimmering strands of light float down from the moon this night. I'm all alone, out to roam, hear whispers and a soft moan.
The bare branches of the trees seem like evil threatening me. The air is bursting with tension, building up my apprehension.
The shrieking howl of a cat sends shivers up my back. Breathless feelings of fear, wondering who is near.
As I creep along this path, wishing for courage i don't have. Out of the shadow steps a man, saying, hold my hand, just hold my hand.
© 2012 mandyFeatured Review
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