Frightened; hustling down the
Frigid, pavement… barefoot, bloody
Footprints leave residue of my scent for
It to follow, licking voraciously, sniffing, foggy exhales,
From the nostrils— I find a tree, climb, climbing up
Away from the vulnerability of the streets
It nearly passes, but hears my breath
Ears perk; it turns to look at me and growls,
Feline eyes gleaming, glowing with the moon
How long can a man stay in a tree?
I possess, security, comfort, safety, but
I am trapped, treed by fear, I could sit here for days,
Weeks, months, years, decades, at a standstill
With the ferocity of this villain, but that existence comes
Somehow short of fullness and seems somehow deplorable that I
Should not walk freely for the sake of not facing fate…
It is either me or it.
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http://charismatichristianity.blogsp...sure-poem.html
I know, another poem with an unconventional style, lol, I'm open to thoughts and comments
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