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.