Treasure Island

Michael Shepherd

(8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0410 The Runner


you're still running
in the dark between the
dangerous lights.
you don't hear their footsteps
any more. they may have
given up. but chasing you
with noiseless footsteps, is still
fear. when to stop running?

one day, perhaps, no longer
the faint chill sound of fear
chasing silently.

just, quieter still,
the fear of fear.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Edited: Saturday, July 15, 2006

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  • kskdnj sajn (1/17/2006 11:00:00 PM)

    I hear it is wise to fear, but wiser to fear..fear. lol
    Have not formed my own opinion yet...working on it.
    Well written poem. (Report) Reply

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