Running running I'm always running
Running from my fears
Running for my life
Hiding hiding right now I'm hiding
hiding from the world
Hiding from THEM
They are the slave drivers in this wacky messed up world
They are they pimps selling the darling little children
They are the people getting rich off of the druggies
Crouching in the tree
Hidden in the hole of the tree
Trying not to be found hiding in the tree
Oh dear they found us
Oh no split up split up it will make us harder to find
Oh crap they found me
Fighting fighting right now I'm fighting
Fighting for my life
Fighting for my freedom...
Silent silent I'm going to be silent
Silent.... I'll never tell them where you are
Silent...they say they will kill me if I continue to be silent
Breaking breaking they are trying the method of breaking
Breaking..they will never break me
Breaking..I'll die before they do
Killing killing me they are killing
Killing..I kept my promise
Killing..I never told them
Dying dying I'm dying
Dying..leaving you to fend for your self
Dying..my last prayer that they never find you
Running running I use to be running
Hiding hiding I use to be hiding
Fighting fighting I'm no longer fighting
Silent silent I am forevermore silent
Breaking breaking it didn't work the breaking
Killing killing they always succeed in killing
Dying dying I have succeeded in dying
A contest entry
- In Honor Of My 50th Gold Trophy On AP by BluesMan.
3000 points, ended February 27, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think this is really about?
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This is a rhyming story contest. Yes there's a story here but it doesn't rhyme and the repetition kills what has the potential of becoming a heart felt that story that I can identify with Thank you for entering my contest.


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ok? i don't get it...
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wat dont u get?
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OH! nvm. i missed a line that explained it.
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lol
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i can't read it. the color isnt very good.
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there i fixed it
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