It is night;

Dark and black.

The wind calls to me,

But I'm never looking back.

When the sun rises,

With the light of dawn,

I will be hiding.

I will be gone. 

With the night I will run,

Far away,

For a new start,

For a new day.

No friends,

No peace,

No help,

No love,

And the only things I have left behind,

Are the broken reminders of my life.

© Michelle Lee Alfonso, 2011

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