Chased down, though I run so fast
closing, getting drawn down dark alleys of the past
my last grasp, the chasing pack getting close
a breath, I gasp, the hunting crowd just grows
Feet ache, blistered and bruised
I run, its all I can do
sweat pours, as I hear them getting nearer
a ticking clock almost roars, a time bomb growing clearer
Like a fox to their hounds, I'm surrounded
cant fight back, my bite is weak, my growl soundless
I claw for a way out, a release from the jaws
but their attacks never pause
The looks in the eyes, blood red, fierce
they stare deep inside, into my heart they pierce
what did I do to deserve such hate, to be judged as wrong
when i am just like them, trying to get along
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle
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