GRASS WEEDS

Grass Weeds
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The fear chased after me on Saturday and

Sunday but did not overtake

I was too quick.

Forgetting about work I set in strongly

and protected myself from her evil work,

the way she pulls at my brain stems and

tries to clog up my heart,

stopping the blood and killing me slowly,

I don't know how to react but I know I

must run,

not to feel the steely, icy grip that cannot

be unclenched by even the greatest will.

No matter how fast I run there is never

a good place to hide,

when I come upon one that seems good

enough,

I talk myself out of it, bad reasoning

as to how it can be breached and

how long I will last in the shadow.

The shadow moves faster and will still one

day envelop them all, I know this but I must

run from it anyway, knowing the day I am

caught I will beg to be tortured but it will

refuse and I will have to face it fully sane

and fully clothed.

It is not what I fear but is also

everything I fear at the same time.

I will be forced to stand up straight,

shaking knees and sore feet will go

against me but I will be held up by a

power yet unseen, blood will harden and I

will stand as rigid as a statue,

hovering over an ancient background,

fallen bodies and blood long replaced by grass

weeds and wildflowers, a blight upon the

existence of man yet the beauty of nature

overcomes all. One foot lies firmly embedded

in the sand while the other is just as secure

entrenched in the mud, neither can break free but

one isn't as bad as the other.

I cease to struggle, it only makes matters 

worse and I wait for the light to come on

and blind me in it's magnificence. I shield

my eyes, waiting for the blindness that will

soon overtake me, I welcome it as much

as I fear it.

Here comes the candle to light you to bed,

Here comes the chopper to chop off your head.

Winston, you should have stayed in your own

apartment, things were a lot safer there.

MCC