Every step
I willingly took
led me to a new beginning.
The young black eyes met
Lack of fear
full of hope.
A silver lining
the day after tomorrow
I saw in his eyes.
Eight steps away,
the garroter stood,
ready to call the day off.
I took a glimpse
at faces with wrinkles
of suffer and death.
Adieu people,
I told them silently.
The Light shall come
when my sight goes Dark.
2:50 pm
Dec 23 2011
