poetry

Enclosed.

Can you imagine?



Underneath the night sky,

sparingly scattered leaves,

Wavering myself in muddy sand,

that voice called me. It yelled for me.

I made effort to run. To escape.

Startled as I flee, the voice comes closer.

At the very dead end, I knew there’s no more way.

“I have you! Game over. Dead end!” The voice echoes from afar.

I realized his mission. I am now trapped.

. . .Tega’s Journal.

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