The Lost Race

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The Lost Race

Looking forward or looking back?
As paranoia seizes hold
my doom seems certain, death foretold.

You never know who's on your track
the road is clear and empty now
I must go fast, get free somehow

Behind their eyes a certain lack
they shamble close and open wide
they have no soul or life inside.

How do they find me, what's their knack?
I duck, I weave, still they find me
The only choice that's left... to flee.

I must get rest soon or I'll crack
my heart still pounds, my eyes just burn.
I'll stop and sleep around that turn.

At last I'm safe. Wait, what's that? THWACK!
A searing burn, a bite, blood drains.
I fade to black, then come to... BRAINS!



Form: Constanza
The fun thing about a Constanza is that the first lines makes a poem that can be read independently. The whole form, created by Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f.........etc.

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