They’re relentless really,
This wolf pack in my mind.
They’ve got the scent,
And I must reek of it.
I escaped once,
Two years of looking over my shoulder,
Memories of dark dread
Clouding clear summer days.
But it’s winter again,
And they’re hungry.
Pulling at my flanks,
Dragging me down again.
The hardest part is explaining
How everything can go so right outside
While I fight for my life before your eyes.
It’s a tranquil death throe you’ll never know.
It’s beyond me, really,
How I have even strength to stand,
After running daily, struggling
Against these silent killers of men.