Poem by Chris Bunton
Tired
Running through the darkness
Confused as the killer comes
Everyday
Every night
The pain
The mystery of what comes next
Hounded.
Pursued.
Through the wilderness.
No rest for the wicked.
Just constant shame and misery.
As that killer,
called time; comes again and again
More and more he takes.
And more and more he devours
No one escapes his lust
Father Time
That serial killer comes for us all.
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.
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