Run, I Run, I Dare Not Slow Poem by Leria Hawkins

Run, I Run, I Dare Not Slow
Date: June 15,2016

Running past the poison tree
Dare I stop to look for thee?
Run, I run…I dare not slow
To linger here, where heartache grows

Thru the valley, across the hills
Where I once dallied just for thrills
Now I dash, a cheetahs pace
Swift and sure, to leave this place

I won't be lulled by whispering winds
As fate has been a faithless friend
And time has held me but a slave
Worn and shackled to the grave

Onward, onward, I won't look back
What's left behind is blue and black
My head held low, I dare not speak
Nor raise my eyes to have a peek

I can't be swayed if I hold strong
Refuse the bait, and move along
I'll tarry not to take in the scene
These fields are swift, not evergreen

There is no hope in barren lands
Where credence fades in shifting sands
Where downy dreams of yesteryears
Were washed away in briny tears

Though my vision blurs from time to time
It promises of a world sublime
But I must resist the tempting sway
That pulls me close, then demands I pay

Run, I run from the looming dark
Where daggers wait to pierce my heart
But I know I'll find true light someday
If I can keep…the wolves at bay

I'm running past the poison tree
I dare not stop to look for thee
My freedom now, so close at hand
I'll not turn back to this never-land

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