The Chase

The chase in on; she never rests.
However, she is losing breath from her chest.
His blue eyes glare, and the race begins again...

Only God knows who will truly win.

The stump trips her vehemently,
And he falls evidently.
Twigs and rocks scratch and cut
While the feeling of nausea fills in her gut.

The Chase is still on,
And in a matter of time, one will be gone.
The heavy hot air flows from his mouth
As he searches for his prey further South.

Although neither one will be missed,
She gives up her empty promises to life
As he struggles to lose his wife.

She runs to the lake.
How many more steps can she take
Before she plunges into the watery grave?
If she loses air, she will not be saved.

Though she dives into the black abyss,
Only by God, she will be missed.