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Post by valera on Jan 31, 2012 12:28:24 GMT -5
Ok, so I finished that emulation thing based on Lera... Let me know what you think? (:
To run or not to run – the question of my life:
To find a secret sanctuary
Within the quiescence of the forest,
Or to stay, frozen with bloodcurdling fear
And face the demon I am forced to call my father.
To move, to let my feet carry me –
Carry me from the raging tampers,
The torrent of threats and escalating danger
That swells and grows with each passing day
Ripping the fear from emotional depths
I never imagined my heart held.
To flee, to run –
To go, maybe even too far, but always having to return.
The fear grows; what new dangers will face
For avoiding a wrath, now provoked by disobedience
Makes me hesitate and ponder.
What will he do?
It keeps me from going back.
Who would honestly want to go back
And face whatever violence may come
The verbal threats from his mouth
The attempt to force me to stay
The crescendo of his anger
The climax reaching an end when pain is inflicted?
And then the run.
The run that once again saves me from danger,
But once again fuels the rage burning within him,
Making my face more scarce to him.
Who wouldn’t want to take refuge in the forest
To wander aimlessly through winter-dead trees,
But feeling nervous and alert because of the quiet.
The rush of being followed when no one else is there
Taking comfort in loneliness
While being surrounded by complete emptiness
Wishing to just disappear
Within the reaching arms of the trees?
Thus the loneliness begins to hang heavy on me,
And thus the needy human nature
Drags me back into reality
And I’m once again finding myself back in town.
With this realization, my determination is damaged,
And I am slipping back through the Gates of Hell.
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