Monsters
Mixtures of browns
Mixtures of greens
Smells of nature
Smells of safety
All rush by
As I bolt by
Bolt down this path
Dirt on my feet
Dust clouds behind me
No bird sings
No creature seen
Breathing heavy
Sweat dripping
Rustles of autumn crisps
Wind blows around
Wind seems to caress me
As if to offer comfort
But I cannot stop
Stop to enjoy it's embrace
Moving I must keep
Place more space
Space between monsters and I
So terrified I am
Terrified of being caught
Caught once again
By these monsters
That will not leave
That cannot leave
Just leave me alone
1/11/13
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