In the middle of the night

they call your name.

they call you to war,
with every breath they take,


You’re light headed and knobby kneed
callused hands and surefooted
of the fact that they’ll eat you alive,
if they catch you,
if you falter,
so you pause,
think of a battle plan,
and you run.

Run into their arms, because nothing can save you anyway.
Its better to go willingly,
than to fail and be caught
like a rabbit during hunting season.

After all, you think,fear only exists if you let it.

The End

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