Fighting, always fighting
The elements, the forest, the valley-
All seemed against me
Even the very shadows seemed to chase me as I ran
Was the fear endless?
I did not want to see it
I was sick of the sight itself
Wandering blindly was more dangerous
Pushing away the thoughts
Allowed the wolves to come faster
Looking up
Looking around
Any sign of light?
None.
Pitch black sky
Surely a night could not last a year?
Hungry, starved of love
Sleepy, deprived of peace
Looking for a way out
But seeing none