Arts & Culture Poetry

Poem: Run while you can

run, run,

I fall, but I can’t stop.

Run, Run,

Trees grab me, trying to keep me.

RUN, RUN,

I try to find the edge of the forest, please let me go. RUN, RUN,

It’s catching up, but I don’t want to die, please.

…nowhere to run now.

 

By Soraya Thorne-Smith

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