Manhunt

Dark, Pain.
Trees everywhere I look
I watch for Him.
Trees that tells tales of past misfortunes.
I run out from
under the trees.
I look around the field.
I feel the cold hard dirt under my feet.
Darkness, I am blind.

I slide…the slide last
forever.
I am falling
falling down the rabbit hole
that doesn’t stop.

The slide stops
and the rabbit hole
ends.

Sooner or later every one is found.
Game over.

Matthew H. 2009