Hostage

Lost in a forest so dark and black,
Fleeing the terrors of a maniac,
Cold and dampness numb the senses,
Nothing but shadows to use as defenses,
There is no God but nonetheless pray,
That the stalker will falter and slither away.

Rays of light pierce through the trees,
There are two… No! Three! Adversaries,
Hunting like it’s an enchanting game,
With human victims the stakes to claim,
But the aims and rules are not to kill,
But to imprison their prize and sick fantasies fulfill.

Agonizing is the fear of the pursuit
Knowing what awaits if they execute,
Crouching and eluding, no orientation,
Wishing for miracles for a safe destination,
With no way out for the inevitable prepare,
As the hunters rejoice with their trophy ensnared.

Desperation congests the lungs,
Unjust are the horrors for someone so young,
Scars on the brain that time cannot heal,
Spending all waking hours those scars to conceal,
A life that is gone except for the breath,
Wishing for nothing but peace brought on by death.