Dark Road Poem by Ebi Robert

I alone black and brown,
Pushing my chest to a world dim dark,
Wearing shadows of fresh leaves on my head;
Still chased by the running dark dead.

Leaves find the tunnel that owes no end.
I feel the magical breeze whispering sounds
into the silvery end.
Road I read from the scroll I feared,
Of old walls strangled by ages teared,
Into two archaic part ways of the path.

Dark and brown,
Eaten by ages in nature's biding,
Coloured to a green floor
of vomiting Fresh fall.

And I alone black and brown,
In this dark road of mine
Schooled to a dark inn of time.