the patting of feet upon concrete
echos through a great tunnel.
the noise steady always maintaining it's tempo.
each footfall matching the beat of an aching heart,
Why,
why,
why am I running?
a noise, a grumble, a screech hits my back sending chills all over,
fear pulses through my veins.
is this why?
why I am running?
or could I know at the end there must be light?
©aidenn.
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