In the silence,
Only one thing can be heard:
As every intake of breath grows more shallow.
Pounding it's way out of my ribcage,
As fear penetrates what I had always assumed to be formidable walls.
Escaping to what seems like the edge of the universe.
When I can travel no farther,
And only then,
Do I allow myself to glance back into the night.
My eyes search for the threat that has followed,
To no avail,
As I am alone.
It occurs to me that,
Maybe what I fear most isn't from an external factor...
Maybe, just maybe,
I am evading... myself.
Created: Apr 14, 2014BreeKrafty Document Media