I am running.
I don't know where I'm running to.
Just away, anywhere.
As fast as my straining legs can carry me.
I suck hungrily at the chilled evening air,
My aching lungs crying out for oxygen.
My chest heaves,
In and out, in and out.
I am beginning to tire,
But I must go on.
I have to.
Staying here is not an option.
I cruise along main roads,
Car headlamps glaring at me,
Their yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness,
Piercing through my fragile flesh.
They stare right through me,
I am nothing to them.
Just a solitary outcast,
In this lonely city.
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Written July 31st, 2006
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