He lurks in the dark,
Kleptomaniac fingers reaching out,
Slowly he awaits,
Like a leopard for his prey,
I look over my shoulder,
I see but his shadow,
his claws and his fangs,
his size and his might,
Desperation grips me tight,
Astonishment pats me on the back,
Despair hugs me,
Fear stabs me,
I take a step,
He takes a thousand,
I take two,
He takes ten thousand,
Now I'm running,
the wind tears against my face,
with all the strength in the world,
I run my last race,
Alas!, I slip and I fall,
my skull makes a sound,
the virus leaps,
my heart skip 10 beats,
suddenly I awake,
to the sound of morning bells,
tears stream down my face,
it was only but a dream.
Summary
The poem is obviously a dark poem with the central theme being "FEAR". The poem is saddled with meanings. Like an Hunter with his gun and a chef with his knife, the author makes use of figures of speech to adequately communicate his message, taking his reader on a journey of Adventure. He springs up the element of surprise at the end. The poem talks about the fear individuals have for diseases and illness before they happen. Just recently Corona Virus has taken the stage and some will kill themselves either as a result of overdose of medicines or psychological Stress. Protect yourself, be on the watch out but fear kills faster than the enemy. The idea the Author is trying to pass across by saying it's a dream is that there is a very good possibility you are imagining things and it won't get to you.
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