Day: September 28, 2014

Closer

They’re getting closer and they know it

I stay here motionless

In the tall grass

I can’t seem to move

I find it hard to breathe

I can hear footsteps

And a low murmur of voices

I can see their flashlights waving

They’re closing in

One by one

They slowly tramp by

Until I’m the one furthest behind

From back here,

From this vantage point

I just might get away

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

 

 

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