Poem #3

Poem #3

Run Away


Almost taken from her home,

taken from her mom,

and tears rush down her face

as she stands at her best friend’s door. 

They lock hands.

They take off running.

The happiest place on earth

just an arms length away.

Yet the nightmare of reality

stands behind in their dust.

A final gasp for freedom, 

and just then, 

the film ends. 

No explanation of happens,

could’ve been a pure figment of imagination.

But I choose to believe 

that they never turned back.

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