Runaway

by Sonja Holder

sonjaholder@aol.com

 

 

The air was cool on Amie’s face

as she walked the night alone.

She hurried in unsteady pace,

a long way from her home.

 

Every step that Amie took,

chilled her very heart.

Her soul lay open like a book,

the pages torn apart.

 

For Amie still had nightmares.

She still had endless pain,

that caused her to creep down those stairs,

and not be seen again.

 

It was convent in his house,

a prison at his door.

While danger quickened like a mouse,

through every creaking floor.

 

Amie never shed a tear.

Her heart had turned to stone.

A mind that was once filled with fear,

was brittle as a bone.

 

The air was cool on Amie’s face

as she walked the night alone

She hurried in unsteady pace,

a long way from her home.

 

©2008 Sonja Holder

 

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