I Will Not Go (Ver.2)

The night has fallen around us

And the wind it savagely blows;

A wicked mood is cast upon me,

One from which I cannot go.

Flickering orbs on lamp posts loom,

casting forth a sickly yellow light;

A storm from deep within advances,

And still no hope for me to go.

Heavy leaded clouds drape the sky,

The paving just as dark below;

Such sight it fails to move me,

I cannot and I will not go.


by Frederick Kesner

Comments (1)

Your imagry is great, I think i have told you that in another poem. Another great.