12: Run Away

Run Away

The world around you

Seems to disappear

Beneath your steady pace,

The pavement cold

Against you bare feet.

 

Endless shivers roll 

Down your small spine

As the cold Autumn air

Nips at your cheeks,

And stings the back

Of your throat.

 

The small back pack 

That rests on your shoulders

Weighs your heart down

With a hurtful guilt

At each step you take.