The Enemy Poem by Theodore Foster

Running,
Foot steps loud behind me,
Doors locked,
No way out,
But I hear them coming,
The relentless pounding of foot steps on the floor,
Screams and the screeching of rusty metal,
There is only one explanation,
The enemy is here,
I must not think though,
I must get out,
I must find my way,
I turn the corner,
Stuck,
Stuck in the room,
Stuck in the corridor,
Stuck in this maze,
But most importantly,
Stuck between the enemy,
I cannot think,
I cannot yell,
I cannot breathe,
But I must continue running,
Foot steps loud behind me.