Monday, 3 January 2022

Jungle Path

 I found myself staring 

at the road , black and shining ,

A ribbon of hope and life 

between looming jaws of strife 

the jungle closes in 

unasked , sudden 

An audacious strip of asphalt 

is all that lasts , 

like an extended breath 

taking you across death 

No sounds , only bated silence 

and spotted dove unseen 

Prescience says we have come 

to the jungle , hence home 

but the terror , unuttered 

felt , gut stirred 

something is wrong 

Someone is watching 

unseen , you are the prey 

human , you better pray 


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