Reflections On An August Night

I am gripped by fear Of an unknown source I run I spin Afraid to turn my back on that which I cannot face The sound of footsteps Grows louder Not ceasing But increasing They fall beyond my door. The walls bear down, and I am stifled The thing I fear Clings to my back. I run I spin I try to throw it off but it won’t let go. I am insane In a maze of corridors The walls plot with animal intent. I must be careful. I am a rat In a maze of streets I run But my course is planned by a force With which I cannot reckon, cannot plead.