HAUNTED ; A POEM

I thread a path that seem familiar
From dawn to dust I wander
Moving in waves of endless silence
Hearing sounds of Crickets and Cicada

I looked above to at least see moonlight
But what do I see ?
I see clouds coloured red
I see Smokes rising like armies
I hear waillings of Children and adult alike

Crawling through lonely paths
Hoping my abductors don't hear my breath
Saying words of prayer to my God
I hope he hears my cry

Hours turn days
But my plight won't fade
My abductors are still on my tail
Can't tell if I will live or die
But as long as my legs can support me
I run!!