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, I try to sleep, but I

Must keep watch.

Prison of fear has become my existence.

Every day, each night I take refuge in a different site,

It’s morning 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