Run!

Wind swept up my skin, 

Evolving into something much darker.

But the wind shrilled and trembled,

and yet, nothing came of it.

I was naked, shivering in loneliness.

There was nothing left in the dark,

Only pieces of unknown fragments.

The trees seemed monsters.

Monsters which were ready to feed.

-One, two, three, run!

Where are they?

-Run!

They're coming, run before-

-Before what?

Their boots resounded in the air.

Complete silence embracing them

Their shots fired and the scene was left-

left blank in severe drought.

But it was much worse than that,

For I did not run, I stayed there- waiting.

And then, just then,

I saw the monsters above me.

Watching my figure,

as they entered me.

Author's Note

I hope you- whoever you might be, like it.

Reviews

[Gabriel]

I really like dark poems, so this is an easy read and it's awesome! Amazing job in getting me stiff and ready to run too ;)

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you! I appreciate the review!

[aspen]

i love how expressive and dark this is. Is this a metaphor for a situation that's much deeper than it seems?

[PandaPeaceful]

Precisely! Thank you for your review.

[Aukai]

How pleasantly nerve-stiffening; like a game of hide-and-seek. I indulge in your thrills and darkness-for I live there too.
Thank you.

[PandaPeaceful]

Thank you for reviewing! And, quite honestly, so do I.