0410 The Runner - Poem by Michael Shepherd
you're still running
in the dark between the
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
just, quieter still,
the fear of fear.
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