Treasure Island

Lydia Shivley

(10/2/1994 / Missouri)


Looking down to see a glossy wooden floor
just polished and shows your reflection
as you start to run


Don't look up, keep your eyes fixed on the floor
Don't look right or left
Most importantly don't look back


There are no turns
there are no curves
just the floor your running on in a straight path


From the past, to the future
from nobody, to everyone
from the darkness, into the light


Until you get there
Until you have left
Keep going don't stop


Faster, faster, faster
Till every thing is a blur
when the time comes you will know when to stop
until then,


From the hurt, to the happiness
to what lies ahead you can not see,
only the wooden floor that zooms under you as you run


out of excitement, out of fear
the fear that chases after you in the form of a black shadow
that swallows every inch of what you leave behind


you must keep your pace
even though tired, even though out of breath
even though wanting to rest


So you can get to the end
so you can make it out of the reach of that black shadow named fear
RUN, Run, run...

Submitted: Saturday, October 15, 2011
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