Out, on this cold, dark and rainy night
The mist, dimming everything in sight

No matter where I looked for light, no luck
Twas when the noise, of thunder, struck

Caught me off guard, my heart in my throat
Feelings of doom, began to denote

The reason I was here, caught in the storm
Standing alone, on this creaky platform

Waiting impatiently for the train, all along
It’s where I knew, I would always belong

With no lights to guide me, I continue to roam
Yes, the devil has taken the only place I call home

Riding the tracks, to the next place, I’d dwell
I’m boarding this train, next stop, living hell

The Daily Post: Dim

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