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Destinations leaving sight so I can
Glance down at the jagged terrain.
Stepping, stumbling, staggering, and strife..
Visual delight overshadowed by pain.
Tripping, gripping, and trying to
Press on so I can take it all in.
Chin held high with an eye to the sky,
And my shoes becoming worn and thin.
Questions echoing my label as prey.
Answers resounding in a deafening, "NO!"
Introductions overdue. Curious eyes open wide,
Eager to meet my foe.
This beast, this massive grey haze,
Contoured to this foreign place.
His paws cut through fog.
Rough, ready, constant, and steady.
Eyes meet but thoughts run.
I try and run but it provokes a lunge.
Forgetting my loves, my joys, and my pains.
Death rushing towards me on that rugged grey mane.
I dash, I hide, I live, I cry.
He peers through the midnight eye,
Sniffing the air as I suppress my reaction.
He senses my residual weakness and roars
With a sickly satisfaction.
Taunting is the sound of
A company most unwelcome.
Taunting is the thought of dying, but I keep,
Trying.
Taunting is the sound of
A beast that does not sleep.
He just..... keeps on coming,
So survival is..... based on running.
Standing on my buckling knees,
Jealous of his poise and ease.
Discouraged.
I must get out of this place
Quickly,
But I cannot win this race
No matter how fast I go.
Death is at the finish line
So I will out wit.. and go slow.
This beast lurks,
but I live to see it.