HAUNTED

I am running through a wilderness

I am running through a wilderness of thorns barefooted

There is this sorrowful drumming being played by a prowess

Confusing me and saying in my ears ‘you are hated!’

I do not know why I have the urge to run under a sky that is moonless?

Now taunters are humming, a song for the taunted

Why? What abominable taboo could I have committed? I know I am harmless

My feet hurt, my head spins, my body sweats, I’ve been fated

To breathe thrice in a second, being watched in keenness

I thirst not, I feel no hunger, but I know I’m being rated

Hands of the trees chase in fierceness

Eyes of the dark aim to make me feel intimidated

Claws of the thorns pierce deep from all directions with gladness

At last, I stretch my legs and fall onto my safe bed whose only danger is the heat.

By amoafowaa