Freedom

The taste is so sweet

Fresh on my tongue

My legs still aching from the run

The feel of it

Blowing through my hair

Its too much to bear

Collapsing on the floor

And yet still gasping for more

The fight it took

Cramming through every cranny

Every nook

Running just running

Using all my cunning

To get away

Not resting

Not for anyone, no way

All the hardwork

Has payed off

And now it is lost

And freedom is mine

From whom was i running?

Who was gunning

For my blood

Who hasn't succeeded?

Who needs help?

My self.