Trees, trees, trees
Branches, sticks, leaves
Whipping, gashing, slashing at my arms
I can't get away, no matter how fast I run
Tripping, falling, crawling on the floor
Ragged cuts, tattered clothes, jagged breathing as I start to slow
My eyes are heavy, my vision blurred
Distant images start to stir
He's right behind me, he's catching up
I have to keep moving, but my legs have had enough
Getting dizzy, about to pass out, a distant figure starts to stand out
A distant scream, a whispered plea, I can't believe it came from me
Pulse is racing, a feeling of hands, a gentle hush as I'm helped to stand
It's him, he's caught me, please strength, don't leave me yet
Let me be anything but his sullied pet
I have to leave, I have to get away, I fall to my knees and let my head sway
Stopping, he stares at me and gives a mirrored laugh
Then he reaches for me as I start to move back
I'm too slow, he's too fast, I can't get away, he's taking me back
I can't let this happen, I must react
Head's too fuzzy, I'm getting too weak
I'm stumbling over my own feet
One chance, a pull, a twist, a pop and a moan
I'm not the one with a broken bone
I'm still running, he's still coming
My strength's about to give out
Dead end, cliffs end, water and rocks below
Tell me, if you had a choice which way would you go?
Escape May Be Deadly
What a beautiful poem, one that so many of us can relate to, especially when "relating to" anyone or anything seems like an impossibility. Fabulous ending. Well done!
Escape
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.
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