The Chase Poem by Andy Barrette

A result ensues.
It creeps over, crawls under,
striving, dying,
reaching out for me.
I am its only hope.
Reality, wrapped up in myself.
We stumble and fall together
into the abyss that waits
eagerly,
hungrily,
its eyes fixed on us.
We lash back, fight from its grip,
and run,
and run,
deeper and deeper into ourself
where we hide
and wither
until we are at that great wall
that we must reach out
for help,
for a shining light
that we once were,
a beam,
a rope.
With our last breath of life
we find it in the dark
and seize hope.
We pull
and cry, for ourselves,
and pull
till we die.