On My Way Home ...

On my way home 
through the ill-lit street
on a dark, lonely night
I hear another pair of feet
walking behind me
and gathering speed
as I hasten my pace
in a subconscious race

In the eerie silence
my stride turns into a trot
There is no doubt now whether
I'm being followed or not
My pulse starts racing
and I am running now
as fast as I can
really scared of this man

Terror paralyzes my mind
My breathing's constrained
I run for dear life
Panic - no longer restrained
Can't keep this up much longer
Where I am, I do not know
Pursued to the edge of the cliff,
over the edge I go

I'm plummeting through the air
into a seemingly bottomless abyss
Nothing can save me anymore
no hope remains after this
Into the menacing darkness
I scream, I pray, I call
The wind howls around me
as deeper and faster I fall -

Till I wake up
trembling with fear
I Lived through every minute
the end had been so near.
Calming my pounding heart
I muffle my terrified scream
As I realize it was all
only a dream

Yet every bit seemed so real
throughout that dream
I was shaking in terror
and sweating in streams
The road was hard underfoot
The rush of air was cold
The perception of pain and danger
Every feeling tangible and many fold

I've woken up from that nightmare
but into this living one *...
Will these painful dreams ever end?
When will they all be done?

~ Shanta ~

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