Stop Running

its just that phrase that came into my head first. then i thought of writing about what the poem surmises. That sometimes, you don't have to fear...

He walks, glancing back now and then, he walks,

Echoes terrorize him, as to himself he talks.

He doesn't want to know what it is, doesn't care,

All he knows is that he wants to get out of there.

There are no footsteps, and no sound of breathing,

But he is convinced its there, and listening.

He wants to act calm, but then he is shaking,

Trapped in a nightmare from which he's not waking.

Its a long hallway with dark aisles on either side,

And he's fighting through it against the sinister tide.

A book falls somewhere, and his heart freezes,

Yet he walks on till the balcony and then eases.

But there is no fresh air, no liberation of fear,

Then he realizes all the while it waited for him here.

He leans against the railing, pulling back from it,

But it creeps upon him, bit by agonizing bit.

Till he tips and falls, onto the hard ground below,

As the life ebbs out of him, painful and slow.

But then we look for the being that caused his fall,

To see there never really was anything there at all.