Hanging on hope

In the dark he went
Leaving a scent behind
Alone I wait
On the edges
of darkness
The deep lonely black
Closing in on me
I stay alive
and sane
hanging on to the hope
Hanging precariously
on the imagined footsteps
On his cloths that hang
And a shrinking strip of light

Photo Challenge #425

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words through this screen across the virtual world I and my tales within

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