Run Away. Poem by Veronica Powers

Tick, tick..
I see the hands of the clock,
They move too slow.
I gasp for air and turn to see,
The clock is still ticking
But hasn't moved an inch.

Slowly the camera pans out-
The girl comes out of the fog,
Running and still gasping for that air,
It never comes.

Sit,
Think,
Reread,
The passages are all here,
The story just begins.
Darkness collides with the air on this night.
Me on the ground,
The clock broken,
But you are just the reader.

-v.s