Shape Shifter

Weeds tried to pull my legs back,

Back from ripping through them.

I sprinted through the fields of overgrowth,

Catching thorns in my dark clothes.

They ripped into my skin with ease,

Leaving only space to bleed.

With my dagger unsheathed in my hand,

I could've turned it on myself,

But with the nightsky peering down over my escape,

I found no way to stop the running.

I had confused the liar with a savior from fear,

And using my muscles this way was not a choice.

There were others,

They ran too; from what I didn't know.

Unable to hear anything but sirens,

My ears throbbed with the blood pumping in them.

The clouds revealed exactly what I'd been avoiding.

I could see the cover of the tall oaks ahead,

And the path obstructed by a vision of my demise.

It shone down onto me harshly,

Crippling my body's stubborn resistance.

With a ripping echo,

I shifted into what I had run from.

 

 

Author's Note

Wrote this for my creative writing portfolio, tell me what you thinkkk

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Great poem full of desperation and fear. Like the tension as the shape shifter is running, that comes through very nicely. The poem reads nicely. Over all I think this is a fantastic write. I like this a lot.

[Star Wolf]

This is a nice, intense poem with a very desperate feel to it as the shape shifter is running from danger and becomes what he is running from. Like the story line in this and it reads smoothly. Good job.