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Running From my Fear

Response to a GIF prompt from Danny. A sonnet.


Again I have been running from my fear
And for a minute there, I lost my self
From darkness did the terror swiftly near
Unsettling as night, my path engulfs
A stumbling escape on weary legs
A chariot by motored wheel brings death
The road before obscured both dark and vague
And panicked air left hanging on my breath
My hands upon the steering wheel stay
My feet pound pavement just to stay alive
For I am both the man who runs away
And also I’m the man who crue’ly drives
Now I have naught to fear from enemies
Because the fear I run from is named me