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




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