500 Yards


Wandering at night

Through mist and darkness

A cold chill arises

Filling your mind with false awareness

Looking around,

Not seeing anything

The back of your mind,

Telling you theres something there

Believing your eyes,

Ignoring your mind

Being dropped like a dime,

By something that saw, heard, and smelt you,

About 500 yards away,

Too bad you believed your eyes

Instead of your mind.

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