Saturday, January 14, 2012

Mercy rains

With each creaking footstep he finds his way; closer and closer to freedom.  Ahead there is light, just out of reach.  How to get that extra step?  Quite tones trick his, anxious to get away he breaks away.  His feet pound the old wood floors; with each thump his terror wells.  "Is that me?  Are they close behind?"  Thoughts rattle through as he shakes them away.  No effort left he pulls his last energy to run a little further with a shout for mercy 


  1. Hey.. just as a side note: throw a picture up with your posts and I'll totally start pinning these snippets of art to Pinterest for others to stumble here.