Run Around

Standing in a cornfield,
Trying to get out,
Getting nowhere fast,
Repeating the same route.

Going in circles,
Not finding the fields edge,
Yelling-Screaming-Hurting,
On lifes heightful ledge.

Wanting to get away,
Running at full speed,
It's getting closer, faster now,
On it's way to feed.

It's eyes beaty red and black,
Makes me want to run,
I try to scream and run away,
But I'm blinded by the sun.

Feeling the creatures grip on me,
It's warm, smelly breathe,
The pain of teeth on my neck,
Blood so warm, It's death.

-Melissa Foutch-
9/21/1998