The Game

Jagged daggers of silence permeate the air.
Constant ringing pulsating in my ear,
Holding my breath, frozen in fear.
Will I ever see you again, my dear?

Hiding under the fallen trunk of a tree,
I wonder how this can be.
Hoping the monsters cannot see
The scared woman who is me.

We were held in a pen
Like toys for these evil men.
Told to run fast and if we win
Our misery would finally end.

It’s a game they play
Chasing us down like prey
I chose to run away
Some chose to stay

So tired, running and running all day long.
Knowing they were hunting me, so wrong.
Only thoughts of your love kept me strong.
Now I hear death’s siren song.

So under this fallen tree trunk I hide
Mortally wounded in the side
Into death's darkness I ride
With Archangel Azrael as my guide.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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