PRISON OF FEAR

 On this Island I am stranded, no one knows 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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