Hidden Trauma
Unlighted streets in my mind
...noises coming from behind
Running...running...from the night
...plunging headlong into the light
Heart pumping...and out of breath
racing...racing...just ahead of death
Racing...racing...ahead
to where the intersection meets
What is it that still lives in my mind
...on those dark unlighted streets?
©Faye Sizemore 1/23/04
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