I laugh when you are not around,
And shiver in your line of sight.
I am like a prey caught in the open field,
Who made the mistake of resting a little bit longer.
Now I am awaiting the pounce of the one
who seeks to hunt down my dreams,
and murder my peace.
I should have known my place in this cycle.
My existence is to feed the hunger
in the eye of my predator.
I turned to false hope to validate my safety in the tall grass,
But I could never escape with my scent
being carried by the wind.
My life was never meant to be long.
That would mean someone else went hungry.
For I was told my purpose was to listen, never act.
Stay, don't run.
Those words spoken to me
were by those that benefitted by my obedience.
No wonder in my last moments I felt familiarity;
when the jaws that went for my throat
was a member of my own pride.
A/N: 5 Feb 2023 - And it that moment, I shined.
