The Chase

A poem by Roger Rodolf.

Panting,

Breathing heavily as I ran through the night.

The shouting behind me grew closer, my heart began to beat faster.

The moon engrossed the sky in an evil dew that hung over me,

I had no choice but to stop running and face those coming for me.

The last leaf from a dying tree fell at my feet.

I wheezed as the screams and the shouts grew closer,

my heart began to beat faster.

Thumping against my chest, 

beating inside of my head.

I watched with tears in my eyes as men with guns in wagons pulled by vicious horses,

came to finish what they had started.

I screamed; "Come get me!" into the night sky,

waiting for my journey to end.

But they drove right past me, not even noticing me,

because I was already dead.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

This one is different from your other two. Hint of darkness, and if begs the question... Is he really dead or is he merely insignificant? Open to interpretation.