Running

Running, running

Past the city, the town, the ranches.

Running, running

Into dark and lonely branches.

Running, running

Into gruff, shouting water, grabbing at my feet.

Running, running

Into the shadows cast by trees.

Running, running

Beneath the watchful gaze of the hungry owl.

Running, running

Past odour of rotting, so foul.

Running, running

Past the startled gaze of a feeding bobcat.

Running, running

As the ground stabs my feet, "Take that!"

Running, running

Until I see the soft light of day.

Running, running

As the sky fades from black to grey.

Running, running

While flowers paint themselves alight.

Running, running

Still running with all my might.

Running, running

Running, running.

Running, running

My body is too sore.

Running, running

Until I collapse to die on the forest floor.

Running, running.

Running, running.

Running…running.

Run.