Running For Cover Poem by Francie Lynch

Of course,
Of course we misunderstood
That somethings bad
Are someone's good.

I was standing in the open,
Feeling spirits broken,
Fearing the unspoken.
I should run for cover now.

These times are surely falling,
My shades are halfway down,
The locks are frozen,
My hands are cold.

There's a fire inside and it's taking hold.

Soon the terms were meted,
The losers they were greeted
Like old comrades in arms.

It started up again;
Begins as it began,
And I'm standing in the open,
Now running mad for cover.