The Chase.

The little girl,

with snot on her nose,

screams loudly, running down this endless road.

_____

She is on a chase.

The one she pursues laughs in her face,

unbothered by the race.

He is a grown man,

unfazed, untouched,

yet cruel enough to play this gruesome game.

_________

Her feeble legs tremble, overwhelmed, exhausted,

yet he keeps her running, searching,

dangling promises like bait—

enticing, exciting, withholding.

_______

And when her strength is all but gone,

when time has stretched thin and old,

he turns back—

offers her a sliver of what she’s begged for.

______

Just enough to keep her chasing.

To keep her running.

To make her believe the reward is worth it,

to make her think it’s near,

that one day, it will all be hers.

____

But must I shout this loud to make you stop?

To meet me here,

at the point of my need when I call?

_______

I would leave this road,

but there’s nowhere to go.

So I plead with the sands to swallow me whole,

to erase this waste of an existence.

_______

Oh God,

why create me,

only to abandon me?

You shouldn’t have.

You shouldn’t have made me.