James Aykroyd

Rookie (Bradford Royal Infirmary)

On The Run - Poem by James Aykroyd

The fear I spark,
Like they sense,
I escaped,
From behind bars,
I lerk the ready eye,
Jerking as they drive by,

They name me on the news,
But my disguise,
Is too good,
For anyone to see through,
Reaching my location,
My dream,
My Haven,

But for now i run,
Like the power,
In the barrel of a gun.

By James Aykroyd

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(Fiction) A Prisoner Who Escapted

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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