Chased
Chasing me, chasing me
gaining up ground
anger, resentment
enough to astound
I keep running and running
but I'm falling behind
groping through darkness
rejected and blind
my lungs full of acid
no more hope, no more joys
it haunts me, disturbs me
it only destroys
lonely howl of a wolf
a whisper of wind
moonlight quick on its feet
I cannot contend
I'm tired of fleeing
I'll just face my sin
I know it won't matter
I can't ever win.
Copyright © Brandi Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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