R U N

he came to me in the middle of the night with something shiny. it had a perfect tip.his aged fingers latchd ono the handle, he moved closer and i took off runing, not looking back out of sheer will power. i wanted see where the man had gone. was he still standing there? was he following me? my mind kept saying  R U N don't stop. keep moving. i  was searching through the forbidden darkness i dare not go deeper into . i was searching, looking, trying to find the silver lining of light. with sudden force a hand was lifting me through the night air. was this it? was i about to take my last breathe? no, i had to keep R U N N I N G, i had to i wasn't about to die R U N, R U N, R U N  i felt the strong, rustic grip release and i ran. my feet were damp from the on coming rain and the night air became crisp and bitter. but i had to R U N for my life i can't die not now not here.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741