A Dark Corner

By E.B. Keane-Farrell

I stood, a dark corner,

The pathway beaten down.

I look around;

Something’s amiss,

Something’s gone from away.

Over from the darkness came,

Drumming out a fearsome bellow.

Under command,

Mumbling prayers;

Beaten into submission.

I stood, a dark corner,

Amicably enjoying the bystanders.

My fear does not subside,

Causing panic to claw up.

Onto the wind I go,

Onto the stars I throw,

Lost in submission, missing confusion.