RUNAWAY
Into the forest
Out of sight
Go, go away from them all
Do not return
And do not call
Run, run, until they have gone
You are their prey
You must go on
Race, race do not make a din
Go far from here
And don't let them win
Run, run, into the night
You are not safe
Though they are not right
Quick, quick, they can't catch you now
They're not in control
You beat them somehow
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This poem was published by United Press Ltd in A Passion for Poetry (West Midlands Edition, 2002)
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