The peace fades as the footsteps echo in the dull air
Louder and louder, you know it has returned
The chase resumes, both eager to triumph
But only one can
Shields you have built, slowly worn away
Your body screams in defiance but your mind ignores
“Fight” a voice demands “fight”
Shocked into silence both prey and predator freeze
The voice rages on “fight, fight, fight”
It needs action, it commands action
The tiger cowers
It retreats and uneasy calm ensues
The war has not been won
It has only just begun
The odds are stacked against the prey
Weak, sickly, tired, they whisper
The journey can’t stop now
Battles must be fought, the pain must continue
Weary but not defeated, rest is welcomed
Eyes are closed and the body relaxes
Relying on others to guard and watch
Batteries charged… but never enough
Silent footsteps sneak up, circling
Another blow is dealt and the tiger is back
Knocked out… you must get up
The pain keeps coming and wraps you in its arms
It envelopes and its all you see and feel
Pain becomes your complete existence
But while the tiger is strong, you have power
You have the voice, the fight
The war rages on
Neither side giving up
Both growing tired and weak
How much longer before the predator gets the prey
… or the prey is free from the clutches
waiting… in a never ending game
A poem I wrote while undergoing treatment for my brain tumour.
Cadee xx
FormerMember
excellent cadee, and how very true the words are, the only thing is i like nice endings ONLY !!!!!!!!!! Fairytales always have a nice endings but some wickedness in the middle !!!!!! xxx
Keep your chin up and jump hurdles, because you cant jump backwards and only move forwards !!!!!!
