The Last Minutes of Peace
The world's a blur
Winding through streets of empty
Sore muscles
Out of breath
Out of fear
She ran as he followed
A pace so slow
Yet closing in
A grin of mirth
Yet much sinister
A figure so old
Yet so strong
She ran as It followed
All went blank
As she stared at the looming wall
Eyes averted towards her doom
Yet nothing appeared!
As tears of relief sprinted
The drumming inside her faded...
Her tale went far and wide
The tale of a woman who found eternal rest
Before her doom.
Copyright © Nizy Minzz | Year Posted 2020
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