Running fast but getting nowhere
Faster still, are they gaining, catching me up
Oh my life, my stamina is fading
Shadows cowled, robes are flailing as they chase
As I turn, I see out of focus
Red eyes staring, bared out teeth with juices drooling
I must run faster so much faster
But my life's blood draining, slowing me like running in mud
I feel a dread, ooh a terrible dread
Can I survive, can I outrun these dreadful beasts so wild
I must believe, but it is so hard
I'm scared out of my wits, I'm fighting to live, I have to win
I hear the moans the banshee screams
The gnashing of teeth and the unholy wails, they are on my tail
If only a gun, a weapon of some kind
I could have in my grasp and shoot the phantoms dead
No gun is found, no weapon around
I'd kill these bastards if I had some rounds and a gun as well
But no, I have nothing that can save me today
Oh Lord, they are coming close, nearer still, help me
Thank you Lord I wake up now
The nightmare's gone, I'm sweating so, but yes I live until tonight
When sweet dreams go and the dark side comes
To attack again and take my soul but never will I lie down dead
For the darkest soul who ever lived
What did you think
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Ever latent ...
the darkness, that wants to grip into its clammy grasp; the nocturnal navigation on a fearful path ... But as sure as dawn, the Day brings ever hope and warmth ...
Love to you, Bill. Thank you so much for not forgetting me.
Myra


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Forget you!! How could I forget a master poet
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