deer in solitude

my life is in the solitude

like a deer wounded

and deserted

by the herd

and i live in this seclusion

rebelling

refusing to run like a coward

with the herd

my courage

made me pause

to stop and watch

my pursuer

making self

a vulnerable beast

to continue

wildly in this cave

abandoned previously

to be healed

or i am completely

dead

henry victor     05.01.2003