Dangling

There are creatures in this world
Who are so far down on the food chain,
Yet they still find a way to sleep at night
Despite being classified as prey

So what does that say about me?

Struggling to sleep
In fear of those who may,
Or may not,
Be coming

Do I envy the critters who are known for just hiding?

Do I look up to the vermin who find ways to survive
In the places no one else would dare live?

Am I the final link in the chain?
The one that gets dragged through the mud,
Already buried by guilt,
Anchored to nothing
Dangling

Hoping that if I can stay quiet enough
And pretend like I’m asleep

Then no one would have a reason

To look down