Running – Poem

He bore through the bushes, running, running

The second he started running he was lost

Twigs and branches whipped him in the behind

The darkness closed in.

He didn’t remember why he was running, only that he was scared.

Scared of who… Scared of what?

Only those running will see the light.

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