Lurking


Green, rolling plains welcome me home

I stand amidst the wind and breathe

The brilliantly blue sky beckons me to fly

The soft touch of the grass whispers for me to lie down

~

The field is my resting place, part of my journey

The woods lay before me, mountains all around

I hear the ocean licking the shoreline

I can taste the salt in the summer air

~

Though I rest, my soul continues restless

There is a presence nearby

It hides in the shadows and hates the light

I know it by name

~

I dare not look behind

For I know the trouble that lays there

A dense fog envelopes what was left behind

It suppresses what doesn’t belong

~

Fear, anger, agony await

For those who let him in

Destined to do this forever

Never again will I let him win

~

I hear his faint voice tugging on my heart

He plays my strings with eloquence

Though tempting, his promises are a lie

His voice breeds hollow cries

~

Though I press on in this beautiful valley

I can’t help but drift away

His presence follows me

and calls me by name

~


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