Stalked by the lion
I am the weak prey evading it’s jaws
My legs are lagging and I cannot rest until I know I am safe
This barren savannah has no mercy
No respite to hide , so I must keep running.
A vulnerable antelope, my stamina wanes
Stumbling and panting, my will to survive subsides
Tunnel-vision focused on an escape, when will this end?
Only when the hunted becomes the hunter.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Stalked by the lion
I am the weak prey evading it’s jaws
My legs are lagging and I cannot rest until I know I am safe
This barren savannah has no mercy
No respite to hide , so I must keep running.
A vulnerable antelope, my stamina wanes
Stumbling and panting, my will to survive subsides
Tunnel-vision focused on an escape, when will this end?
Only when the hunted becomes the hunter.