Running

 I'm running scared 

for what is before me 

is after me...

Haunted in the forest of my dreams

my reality nightmare screams

panting and running heart in hand

as tears watered dry land.

Bitter smell of pain 

the odor of horror

poured in the rain

by the hand of terror

Taste of fear sweetened sour 

vision of the darkest hour, for the

clock tells what time sees.

As tears fall from the dark sea

I see ahead footsteps

I hear behind footsteps

enclosing my mind with fear

the world i hold dear,

held with shock, my heart

running out of luck.

My soul to take
down the river lake.

A bereft world of tears,

a bunch of feelings left to share.

Troubled joyfully in distress... What 

a sad day it is to cry of happiness...