The Delusion of Daily Life
Running at night,
with an absence of light,
sounds emanate from an unseen bird
as it takes flight.
It calls out from the trees,
projecting its pleas, hoping
anyone will listen.
I picked up my pace,
fright crossed my face
as the unseen sound hovers overhead.
Chased down the path,
fear turning to wrath,
instincts propel me forward.
My loss of reason,
no crime of treason.
For listening to fear,
survival is near.
To ignore natures way
Will only betray.
with an absence of light,
sounds emanate from an unseen bird
as it takes flight.
It calls out from the trees,
projecting its pleas, hoping
anyone will listen.
I picked up my pace,
fright crossed my face
as the unseen sound hovers overhead.
Chased down the path,
fear turning to wrath,
instincts propel me forward.
My loss of reason,
no crime of treason.
For listening to fear,
survival is near.
To ignore natures way
Will only betray.
posted by Stewie at
1:06 PM
1 Comments:
ok, this is a true story. I was running at night near the 'hooch. The poem captures what I encountered. Fear is a survival mechanism and although it can be irrational, it should be listened to.
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