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