The shadow in the dark
The stranger in the night
Footsteps in the grass
Dew disturbed
Wishing, praying,
I am his prey
Hiding and hoping
That he, the predator,
Does not find my naive den
Like a body in a tomb,
I wait for sunlight
To pierce the night
And free me from the darkness
Time is fluid
When you're afraid
Hours are minutes
As you count your blessings
And not your seconds
Does he mean me harm?
Or is he imagined?
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
The shadow in the dark
The stranger in the night
Footsteps in the grass
Dew disturbed
Wishing, praying,
I am his prey
Hiding and hoping
That he, the predator,
Does not find my naive den
Like a body in a tomb,
I wait for sunlight
To pierce the night
And free me from the darkness
Time is fluid
When you're afraid
Hours are minutes
As you count your blessings
And not your seconds
Does he mean me harm?
Or is he imagined?
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