Trapped, scared, wary
Trapped, Scared, Wary
A dimly lighted room,
A boy with no way out,
Heavy metal locks on the polished brown doors,
An abandoned clock ticking away,
Counting hours, minutes, seconds,
Before the predator awakes.
Trapped, scared, wary
Crouched down at the corner of the room,
A boy hugging his legs,
He rocked back and forth,
He moved with the ticking clock,
The air was thick with fear,
His body tensed at the loud stomps behind the door,
Or was it just his fearful heart,
racing like it could tear apart.
Trapped, scared, wary
The floors suddenly creaked,
His deep set eyes widening as they traced the sound,
Finding nothing but an oppressive silence,
He wondered if he'd imagined it all,
A boy with olive skin,
Now pale from the sudden fright,
A predator loomed outdoors,
Of that he was now sure of,
Tick tock, Get up, the clock sung,
Pimpled bumps arose on his sweaty skin,
Did the clock talk? Certainly it could not,
But what if it was real?
Trapped scared wary
A boy with baseless terrors,
Plagued that a predator hunts him,
Basking in misery is a boy,
A boy who unknowingly refers to himself as prey,
Shivering with fear,
A predator he doesn't know,
A predator he hasn't heard,
Yet so terrified of.
Trapped, scared and wary,
A boy trapped scared and wary of the unknown.
Copyright ©
Kai Fali
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