Chasing…chasing

wingding. Chasing…Chasing wingding3

Poem by Shadow Summit


Thump…thump.

My bruised feet hit the ground

Badump…badump

My heart beats in my chest

Rustle…rustle

The bushes move behind me

Pant…pant

I can almost feel his breath

Throb…throb

The wounds on my wrist pulse

Bark…bark

The voice of my pursuer

Drip…drip

Tears fall from my eyes

Stumble…stumble

My elbows hits the ground

Snap…snap

He has caught me

Choking…choking

My strength leaves me

Howling…howling

Time for him to find new prey

Silence…silence

This darkened forest has become my tomb

Drifting…drifting

My soul floats towards a light

Peaceful…peaceful

Bright meadows welcome me


~ ❤ ~ wingding3 ~ ❤ ~

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