Prey

A Poem by James

Be mindful of who you guides you through the apocalypse

Air crisp in the morning

Segregates turmoil, hidden in conflict of what may

Be one’s curse.

Hearing the screams distant but intimate to sensitive ears.

Awake the survivors and close your soul.

It’s desperation, survival, migrating towards one’s hopes.

© 2013 James

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Added on May 5, 2013
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James

Grants Pass, OR

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I have been writing stories since I was a young child, conjuring creatures in dirty western towns and lost children without names. I call myself a creator of monsters but I will admit that there is n.. more..