Running

I've been running most of my life, from what I'm not entirely sure. Honestly I think many people are, we're all being chased. It's just that some us remain chased and some of us become the chasers

You run

Thump thump

You don’t know what from

But you know it's coming

Thump thump

You hear it

Or is that your own heart beating?

It doesn’t matter

You run

Thump thump

The fire dimming behind you

The screams growing softer

Copper still in your nose

Still on your tongue

You run

Thump thump

Images burned into your eyelids

Projected eveytime you blink

Blood soaked cobblestone

Houses aflame

You run

Thump thump

You hear the growling

Thuds of heavy hooves

Shouts of angry men

Shadows of torches grow near

You run

Thump thump

Words of prayer on your tongue

in your head hymns are sung

Begging, pleading

No answer

He leaves you hanging

You run

Thump thump

An unseen branch

Unlucky timing

New wounds to stanch

Unforgiving ground against a tired body

You’ve ran

Thumped thumped

Your times up

Author's Note

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Reviews

[tumi]

such poem with a very good imagery
and flow
it was tense and really very enjoyable to read