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