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....?

 © Lis Bull 2013 

Not sure where this poem came from, but it has the feel of a chase, panic and then hope.