Hunted
I ran
My heart was pounding like a tribal drum
Suddenly, I stopped
Realising I was getting nowhere
The trees were clawing me back
I was on a never ending treadmill
The thick, black trees trapped me into a deadend
A big hole in the tree gets my attention,
It lures me in,
Hypnotising,
A never ending whirlwind
Dark and spiralling,
I saw a blink of light…
By Omar