Followed you
down
and out,
into a
terrible
place.
I couldn’t
wait
to make it
through,
but you
put me
in chains.
There was
a place
there
for me,
somewhere
between
the swamp
and the
pear tree.
I remember
the terror
with clarity.
Even with
my eyes
behind
my hands,
I saw
my worst
fears
come
for me.
Tied
outside
in the night.
Agony.
Blamed myself
for my
stupidity
and I
still do
today.
That’s
the thing
about
chasing dreams,
sometimes
they’re wild,
and nothing
is as
it seems.
Trust me,
as I
have caught
a few;
the
real fear
sets in
when
the dream
starts
chasing
you.
HG – 2021
