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Poetry

Hunted

Ominous tones
Felt deeply
In your body, right down to your bones.
Like the world announcing ill intent.
Lined up against you-
A precursor to some final violent event.


You cannot hide
You dare not run.
The paralysis takes hold from inside.
Now all the angst, dread and fear
Has sprung to life and risen up
For you to behold; to see and to hear.


The awful question has become
Whether you’ll stand and fight back
Or fall prey and succumb.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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