Running

Running>>>

                      Who are you? What do you want?

              No!... Wait....,

   I don't wanna know.

   Stop!    Stop following me....

                                      Just go away!!!

               Walking as fast as I can--away 

               from danger.

      But that's not good enough.

            He keeps coming fast and faster...

                                          I pull out my knife,

            be he keeps approaching,

    faster and faster.... I run, he runs...

                                 So I run some more. I run,

    I run as quick as I possibly can...

                        He's getting closer and closer.

                                                  I almost give up.

But I tell myself to keep going and then i will 

                                                  be okay. He 

                                                  almost had me, 

                                                  but I outran 

                                                              him.

 Shaking all over inside, I reach to safety, 

                                                      physically.

But mentally, no one knows but me....

                                                                                             
                                                                                                                Adele L Kreitner

                                                                                    July 1998