The Hunted and The Hunter
A cry in the darkness
Escaping the soul,
Torn from grimaced lips
Rising up into the darkness
To dance upon the roaring wind.
Etched with the markings of lonliness
Bearing the weight of pain
Soaring up, up, up
Falling upon deaf ears
Like so much falling rain
Of a creature held captive
Reaching upward to find the moon
The open spaces of a shrouded sky.
Rebuking it's captor
It falls back to the earth to die.
Huddled beneath night's blanket
No longer anticipating warmth
Surrounded by the misunderstanding
Of those too blind to see beauty
To ignorant to capture the peace
The keeper like it's captor,
Will soon find a place to die
Kristen Burns-Darling (copyright 2011)
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