The Wild Chase(Extended Metaphor Poem to "The Writer")
Behind the grasses, I hear the running footsteps of my prey
As I watch, I analyze its movements, gestures, and expression
I stare with hunger, and drool with anticipation of its death
The words on the paper appear as fast as the trail that I hunt
The thoughts that come and go
Are like the preys that become trapped and contained by I
I, the cheetah, the lion, the vigorous tiger
I await for the break of dawn in the sky
When the sun goes down, I become the bat, the owl
With night vision that no one else has
The ideas in my mind are dormant
I hear my heartbeat, I hear the wind
I listen with patience for the surrounding creatures
As I swoop through the stars,
I relax against the cool breeze on my body
I feel the freedom;
It is so vast and vague
Freedom is unpleasant
It may sound astounding,
But freedom is confusing
Like the illusions of a lizard,
No one can say they know its true color,
It camouflages and blends in with its surroundings
I am the surrounding,
Tricked by the lizard,
Like struggling to build a fire in the rain,
Wondering why the fire wouldn’t start
However,
There are moments when a spark appears
Suddenly the rain stops,
And the sunshine creates a rainbow on the ground
At the end of the rainbow is where I find my treasure.