... the sound of sobbing..,.,
… the sound of sobbing…
… eyes…
the sound of sobbing along that woodland path…
… eyes…
watching… listening… waiting… along that woodland path…
sensing any weakness, any hesitation… that might be used against me
along that woodland path…
How has it come to this?
… once I was strong… young and fearless
but now dependant…
cowed in my weakness - along that woodland path…
… humbled in my fear…
© Peter Hunter 2012
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