by Heather Walther

I walk surrounded by total darkness

enveloped by the night

It clings to me likea film of dread

as I push myself forward

Onward toward a pinpoint of light

a flicker of hope

glowing in the pitch

which smothers my every breath

I gasp but only humid air fills my lungs

I press on towards the light

but it does not grow as I appoach

It wanes

It burns more faintly

shrinking smaller

until it is gone.