Thursday, March 09, 2006

RUNAWAY

Run, run, into the night
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

1 comment:

  1. This poem was published by United Press Ltd in A Passion for Poetry (West Midlands Edition, 2002)

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