Prey

Followed  at every twist and turn
Whispers behind
No escape.

A sudden drop of the stomach
Eyes unbelieving
With every step forward
A frantic fervent twisting back
To try to see who might be there.

Nothing can be done
Nowhere to hide
No defense
This is not the circle of life
Not a natural hunt.

Haunted by a ghost
You can't fight smoke spirits wind
But you can feel it

Unwarranted
Arbitrary
Unrelenting

Trapped.