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Running Scared
Have you ever been scared?
Sweat scarred back bared?
Hunted down by the Laird.
Run, or you'll be snared!
But the night is dark and dim.
You can still run from him.
Not because yesterday's whim,
turned him with a ghoulish spin.
Where will you go in the night?
Will anyone share in your plight?
No, you are now on your own.
Far from here you must roam.
Go now before it is too late.
Go out in the dark to your fate.
He awaits in the shadows somewhere.
So the shadows you must beware.
Run until you see the sun.
Let it warm you until the day is done.
Run another night or two,
until your nights of running are through.
Winter is coming very soon.
You must find a safe, warm room.
Or you will surely freeze,
by the cold light of the moon.
Copyright 2020 © Ronald W. Hull
10/29/20
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Your poem creates a vivid image. I can related to being scared at times. I like the message of hope that nights of running will be over if I take action.
I love it.
Shervin
Sandie
Rebecca