He walks the streets at night
Simply to get to his destination
No one knows the fear that grips him
At every corner or shadowy gateway
He grips his house keys in his fist
The latch key protrudes
Tonight will be different he thinks
Tonight he will make a stand
As he rounds the corner
His senses heighten
Unwelcome Butterflies
Compound the thrashing of his heart
Then, a sigh of relief
The coast is clear
He sprints the last mile
Until he is home safe, this time at least
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There is something inside me that has made me new and set me free
(was the snake chasing him?) 😀 Well done, Chris!! 🙂
Well, I suppose I thought about as highly of them as I do snakes, they had about the same appeal for sure 🙂