Watching.
Running after you.
Your mind swimming,
Your eyes in a daze,
The dizziness and panic setting in again.
Hot bile rising in your stomach.
Sobbing.
Sweat on your brow.
Rocking back and forth,
Convulsing vomit in each sob,
Heaving wails of burning acid.
No idea why.
Hands bound behind his back
So tight he bleeds
Unable to speak, unable to act
To do nothing but survey you
Your success to resist, your fight with no enemy,
Unable to change, unable to break out.
He'll know the pain,
- one day his turn will come too.
The torturing observations.
The unanswered questions, sudden discard.
The loneliness, grey isolation,
Only his cries and a cold wind offer clarity...
... to the long circular marathon of thirty four years.
Pale cheeks crusted with dried tears,
Always looking over your shoulder
Always looking back,
No one ever comes close.
Running forever,
Running forever.
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