And Still I Run...
And Still I Run…
I past the buildings,
In my peripherals,
Shades of gray, black and white,
My breathing is heavy,
I dare not look back,
Being chased by an unknown entity,
I can never escape from it,
An untold curse upon me,
I feel it on the tiny hairs of my neck as they stand up,
More heavy breathing,
The shades of gray turn into shades of green,
I look up to the bright blue sky,
Only to see a menacing storm in the not too distant forming in front of me,
Do I turn back?
I can’t, it’s not an option,
Stuck between a rock and hard place,
Which direction do I go?
One foot in front of the other,
Ever so determined,
The light dims and gives way to the shadows,
The unknown beyond me all around,
Fear rising inside,
And Still I run….
© 2017 Israel Mercado