Run.
Chase.
Run.
Chase.
No base to stop and take a breath, shout out time
out
He's running for the future.
She's running from the past.
Grass stains on tender blue jeans, a group of kids scatter on the count of
ten.
The culprit, the devil, the searcher, the chaser stands under a spotlight.
"It."
Always searching for a victim to leave behind.
Always someone lurking in the shadows, waiting to make you their newest catch.
A contest entry
- Random-inoes! by The Green Elf.
450 points, ended November 13, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i'm guessing this is about a game close to tag. I loved your poem and hope you keep writing poems as well and awesomely random as these!
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He he he...nice poem! I love the playfullness of this poem...and yet you still managed to keep it very intracate and powerful. Great job and good luck in the contest!
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