Thud Thud

August 8, 2012
By , Cayucous, CA
Thud Thud is how it goes,
I am making my way through friends and foes.
Seeing their smiles and seeing their stares,
It’s like running through a pack of bears.
Hearing the sounds of their whispers,
It is so obvious like the name Mr. Whiskers.
Can’t run, Can’t hide, Can’t escape,
Running won’t help even if I am in shape.
I am treading water in a tank full of sharks,
It feels like I am clawing my way through tree bark.
Thud Thud is how it goes,
This is how my life ends and it was never filled with ribbons and bows.

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