I’ve been walking this lonely road for fourteen years
Never once stopping to think that I would be able to rest
For all of this time I’ve been running, sprinting to the end
How can I find hope on a path that isn’t even lit by the moon?
As dark as it is grey, I feel something chasing me
Memories of the past, haunting my every step?
No, this feels much more…real
I hear the sound of its menacing footsteps
Inching ever closer
I can hear the screams of my dying mother
The laughter of my maniacal father as he shot her down
This demon is inside of my head
He wants me to give up…
He wants me dead
To be honest, I might just oblige
I greatly thank each and every one of you for your support by reading this post. These poems are fictional and part of an ongoing story that I am seeking to tell. Please, take a look at my previous posts under the category, “Stories”. Once again, thank you and God bless you!