Running fast i can,
To get where is home,
Before darkness hits,
Before the inevitable gets.
Some say nothing is inevitable,
I say impossible,
For I am to late,
To get where is home.
Slowing down,
Just to look around,
To make sure I am not found,
So I continued.
There is a sound that gets closer,
There movement that grows thicker,
Now I have lost my composure,
Because if something is to happen.
No one will see,
No one will hear,
For I am,
I am alone in the dark.
With creatures unknown,
With creatures that lerk,
With creatures that kill,
When you are alone in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem