Thursday 11 April 2013

 
 
 
 
The Chase is on...
 
 
Running, running
Pounding through the woods
Fearing the chase
Heart beat thumping
Darting amongst the trees
Heavy breathing
Will they catch me ?
This can`t be happening
Just let me be.
Stumbling on
So out of breath now
This soaring fear
Want to be safe
Panting more, chest hurts
Must not be caught
Can I get through
Reach sanctuary
Then lock the door....?
 
 
 
 
Not sure where this poem came from, but it has the feel of a chase, panic and then hope.
 
 
 
© Lis Bull 2013


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