#tbt

Thump, thump, thump.
The monsters are coming.
You can run, you can hide,
you can scream
but not a thing
can wake you from
this dream.

Bang, bang, bang.
The shots are close.
You can zig, you can zag,
you can duck
but bullets
don’t care about
a thing called luck.

Thump, thump, thump.
Your heart still beats.
You can live, you can love,
you can be
but the stakes
are high
and never free.

© Autumn Siders 2016