PRISON OF FEAR

PRISON OF FEAR

On this Island I am stranded, no one know’s I am here,

I am sought out fore they know my whereabouts.

Not only am I trying to survive but now I must hide,

Never staying in the same spot, this is no home.

Through the night it is that I try to sleep but I must keep watch,

Prison of fear has become my existence.

Everyday, each night I take refuge in a different site,

It’s now mornings light once more, time to move on.

I am hungry as I quietly hide, things to eat here and there,

To live this way for the rest of my life would be a most certain hell.

They are always on the hunt, following through the brush,

Over a hill, or in the distance.

I will eventually tire, they will find me,

They are my fear, this is my prison of fear.

Keith Garrett

 

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