I write poetry sometimes- here is one of my latest-
A lone boy walking scared of the night
Dusk is coming. He misses his mom.
He is lost.
He is scared, terrified of what is around the next corner.
The next street.
The next bend.
A voice in his head says to run from the fear.
But he doesn't. He walks slowly. He clenches his fists. He pushes his shoulders down. He lowers his head and looks out of the tops of his eyes.
Dusk is coming.