Shadows
We ran up to him. He looked frightened and shocked He tried to run. But our blades caught up with him. He fell, he cried A wounded prey. We stopped when he cried no more. And others cried for him. They say life is a cycle. It catches up to you someday. I turn back I see shadows. The ones with sharp blades. I try to run and hide. They chase me everywhere. A cornered prey. The shadows are here. I am too tired to run. I cry, I plead. They don't stop until I could cry no more, and others cry for me.