The Runner Poem by David Musoke

Screams of agony fill the air as he runs through the woods
Panting as he sits on a felled tree he feels them not
Ambition and youthful vigor had been torn from his side
He knows not the enemy he runs from, all he knows is he must

Sounds of joy fill the air but running he continues
If only I can escape this forest of illusions
When will i reach the clearing of reality, am still weak because I've lost them
His thoughts clouded by the forest of illusions but running he continues

Strength fading fast the runner clings onto a branch
Beads of sweat streak down his face he clearly sees it for the first time
'I've been running through the forest of reality, ' he says under his breathe
But his feet cannot be still because vanity consumes him and running he continues