Black Dog

The pace, so much depended on it, such conviction, such strength.
Calls resound, through the coldness. wooded world…wanting.
The distance is nearer, the padded steps are heard in their canter.
His chest burns.
Such hinder the path, is there no end.
Quickening, as they close……tired, hollow………….spent.
Their breaths upon me now, the snarls at the shoulder.
What can be done against so much sincerity.
To do against the intent, so wilful, so purposeful……destructive.
He drops his necessities, the warmth, the memories, can it, is it possible to push a last.
They upon him now, the whiteness of calcium rips at the flesh.
No more can he run, his legs failing him to the beasts for their devouring.
He yields
KG

Knowledge

I knew one day I'd have to bear the the truth I knew you'd voice. I gave you no reason to stay, no hope to hold. It flickers you know, the hope I held so close, so masked, so drowned. But now I know, there is a light, still there in my heart. Because of how it burned my blood, and bore a weight that would not lift. I learn of hate. Of you? Of me? Of it perhaps. I try to run, and bury it all, paint it, but it slithers its way back. And now more than ever, I wish it was never there.  How do I surpass this? How can I overlook it? I'm sorry.