Metaphorical

The Journey 
 
I hear it rumble, I hear it wail 
as if from nowhere, I feel its' gale 
I hear it chatter, I see it near 
when from the depths two eyes appear. 
I see its' body, I see its' length 
steely grey, impenetrable strength. 
I watch its' fury, I smell its' sweat 
as each mouth opens, its' prey to get. 
I move to enter, with quickening pace, 
as those behind me begin their race. 
I see the winners, seize their seats 
within the belly of the beast. 
I feel the bodies, crowding in 
eager to experience its' sin. 
I hear the closure, the staggard start 
blood starts to pump from within its' heart 
ThenI wonder, what sense have I 
to choose to hide within this lie. 
With a panic, I find out 
what my life was all about. 
Too late now, the path is set 
with those around me caught in the net. 
The journey begun, choices made 
for lifes mistakes must now be paid. 
 
 
 
Shem