Runaway Poem by Debby Pizzo

He's cold and he's hungry
As his feet hit the streets
But it's better
Than what waits for him at home.
Their words and their anger
Cut like a knife
As sharp as the lashes
From a belt.
Molten, searing rage
Penetrates his soul
And he runs;
There's nowhere else to go...
No shelter,
No comfort,
No peace.
He's drowning in the torment
Of nightmares made real;
The pain
Is more than he can bear.
So he's cold and he's hungry
As his feet hit the streets
Cause it's better
Than what waits for him
At home.