Beasts! Roaring, clawing, raging in my mind!

I run and I hide. But they sniff me out.

I flee again, bleeding from their claws and fangs.

They circle ’round me, hounding me, herding me.

In a flash of courage (or is it desperation?) I charge the beasts.

But I reel away, still trapped in their tightening noose.

On my knees now, as my life pours from me, I surrender.

And I begin to write.