Do Not Ride Hard into the Night


Trapped in a world

of my own making

No way out that I can see

Something follows

Hot breath on my neck

Faster I run but it keeps pace with me

Surrounded by forest

With hands outstretched

Trees all around won’t let me be

Fog rolls in

Breath turns to steam

Voices burn the vapor

And still, I am not free

Loud is the gong

As it rings on repeat

I awake and find myself

Wrapped in sweat-soaked sheets

Image by Simon Wijers from Pixabay

Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda.

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