Running
Running down the long, curvy, hilly road
The monsters closing in behind
My legs are struggling to carry the load
But it's difficult to outrun my mind.
The monsters slobbering, growling, running like dogs
Constantly chasing, constantly gaining ground
I lift my feet to avoid the logs
But every time they catch me with a bound
I know I must face these hellish things-
The shadows that overwhelm me-
These monsters take down kings-
So I'll make a last attempt to flee.
Copyright © Joe Smith | Year Posted 2014
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