Exposed
These heavy fields around me
Brought fourth an ominous lure
The chilled air bites at me
Sending a shiver of needles over me
There are things hidden spying me
While I run terrified and exposed
The crisp crunch of the ground gnaws
Just as glass have sliced into my feet
The cries of the crows behind me
Have deafened my already weakened spirit
That unwanted door I fear has been opened
And I may soon find myself on the threshold
M. Lyn Church
July 24, 2016
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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