The skies growl with ceaseless rage,

Hiding the sun from the world’s sight,

Clouds as dark as smog fogs above,

Yet she keeps running…

The trees rustle with the swift wind,

The thin leaves chatter amongst,

Gossiping about the droplets yet to fall,

And how she’s still running…

Rain_ _begins to pour down,

Gentle shards hitting the forest of grass,

Mixing with the salty tears on her face,

She can’t stop running..

Mud splashes from beneath her,

Tarnishing her dirty shoes, clothes,

Her head throbbing with pain and thoughts,

Her mind is tired of running…

‘I know they’re after me,’ she cries within,

As the world shadows around her,

Footsteps trudge not too far behind,

It encourages her to run faster…

She dares to turn her head,

Trembling at the figure in the distance,

Confused at its disappearance in a bolt of lightning,

Her mind is running in delirium…

The wind ruffles her butter hair,

The leave’s whispers now mocking her,

Along with the bitter grumbles over her head,

Her chance of help is running away..

Her heart is mangled,

Her body soaked and chilling,

There’s not a single safe place to go,

So she has to keep running…