Friday, 22 March 2013

Running from Fear














What am I doing?
Why am I here?
What is the point?
I'm living in fear.

His mouth wide open,
Snapping at us,
I am unspoken,
My spirit is broken..

Four layers of teeth,
Just ready to munch,
He grabs our fins,
As we try to run...

He smiles with a grin,
And here we go again,
I am running, running
Running with my friend.
                                                                                    
~ Maggie

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