Poem 12: Escape

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In the silence,


Only one thing can be heard:


 


A heartbeat...


My own...


 


Quickening,


As every intake of breath grows more shallow.


 


Pounding it's way out of my ribcage,


As fear penetrates what I had always assumed to be formidable walls.


 


I run,


Escaping to what seems like the edge of the universe.


 


When I can travel no farther,


Then,


And only then,


Do I allow myself to glance back into the night.


 


My eyes search for the threat that has followed,


To no avail,


As I am alone.


 


It occurs to me that,


Maybe what I fear most isn't from an external factor...


Maybe, just maybe,


I am evading... myself.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

Created: Apr 14, 2014

Tags: 12, text, poem a day, writing, heartbeat, poetry, escape, poem

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