Hounded for sleep

It's hard sometimes to sleep, laying there irritable, constantly tossing and turning. My head burns and aches with this haunting tremor, a stampede of vicious thoughts like wolves pursuing the tracks of its prey. Yet as I lay here calmly in bed, I feel hunted by these unanswered thoughts. All along I was to fall victim to these ravenous and wild animals. Frantically I run through the bending trees, limbs reaching out as to hold me back or trouble my travel. The scent I leave for their trail must be my uncanny weakness or shallowness of self confidence. My will to allow myself to believe or feel what I truly desire is tangled in this mesh like a trap; I was destined to seal my inner emotions in a piercing and horrifying device that was prone to no escape. Bewildered I lay here defenseless as I begin faintly to hear the scurry of burly mottled paws through the snow, trudging on wards as if no delay or lapse of seconds can pass. Though physically I feel panicked and almost paranoid my body lay here excepting its grim and bristled fate. I daze on wards through the blackness of night and the creeping gloom of fog, searching for some sort of answer but I am delirious, immobile and unable to make a sound. My back begins to arch now as I endure the pain that slowly leaks into what is left of my lifeless body. I dig my hands deeply into the snow as if to stabilize myself even if only from bitter moments or in the lesser to numb myself as if a white lie is to hold back the true nature of the beasts I am about to face. Seconds pass and as I close my eyes I can see them draw nearer, tongues flapping wildly as if purposely in the open to catch the cold crisp air from the force of their speed. Slowing now, as they end their approach their breathe thick with warm moist, they snarl making visible how daunting and immense their travel has been. Opening my eyes these hellish beast await with coats blacker then coal and mangled fur like jagged glaciers jetting from the earth. Their bodies staunch, posed to embody me with their lingering shadows stretching more then twice the size of a man. Terrorized as if this frozen climate wasn't enough; my body embellishes a stone mason like form and I submit to my fears, my darkest of hearts.

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