Rampant, Hated TraitMature

Running through a deep, dark forest,

clutching tightly Hopes and Fears;

snapping twigs and rustles noisy,

silence deader than a corpse.

 

Running from or running to?

Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.

Wanting, needing, desperation;

fear of rampant, hated trait.

 

Stopping for a brief long breather,

crying as a beast appears;

backing up against a tree trunk,

joy that wants to challenge Soul.

 

Running from or running to?

Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.

Wanting, needing, desperation;

fear of rampant, hated trait.

 

Tear away from Mind-Exploder,

run again before you’re trapped;

flashing gold, you see your finger,

circlet white and pure adorns.

 

Running from or running to?

Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.

Wanting, needing, desperation;

fear of rampant, hated trait.

 

Looking there, you see a shelter,

rocky cave with coal-black mouth.

Run inside and light a water,

try to find your streak of Calm.

 

Running from or running to?

Keen pursuit yet scared retreat.

Wanting, needing, desperation;

fear of rampant, hated trait.

 

Sighing now, the safety soothes you,

trees don’t sway and winds don’t moan.

Then you look, you see a stranger;

Darkest Fire’s in your home.

 

How to live and how to breathe?

Scarves too tight around your neck.

Wanting, needing, desperation;

love and Rampant, Hated Trait.

The End

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