hiding in one of the few places left
holding some shred of hope I won’t be found
losing track of days and even seasons
the only light comes from something pale and green
maybe an animal’s eyes
how many other predators are nearby
am I the only prey?
too many nights form a kaleidoscope
with too many tears blurred
by too many days
thoughts are jumbled
not making sense
only getting through this hour
is of paramount importance
shallow breaths
filling up the tight space
no place to turn
choices are bleak
if I could
where would I go
is there such thing as escape?
