Running Scared

It is a big world out there.
Are they coming for me?
They will look everywhere.
I must hide to remain free.

Some say it is in my head.
No one is coming for me.
I would rather run instead.
This is how it’s got to be.

They have tried before.
I had barely gotten away.
They busted in the door.
They weren’t there to play.

I managed to slip through a crack.
They were searching high & low.
The strain almost broke my back.
This part they will never know.

What I know, they want to hush.
Though I have never told a sole.
They just keep coming in a rush.
They are afraid of what I know.

I never stay in one place long.
I know they will never stop.
So, I just keep moving along.
Trust no one. Not even a cop.

This can get old very fast.
I feel like “The Fugitive.”
Hiding, to save my ass.
You never know who it is.

Perhaps I can use what I know.
Use it to save my life somehow.
If only I knew which way to go.
I need a friend with me now.

I have recorded it all today.
If they get me, others will know.
I have carefully hidden it away.
Upon my death, others will go.

They will know where to look.
They will hear the whole story.
Maybe one will write a book.
Telling all, no matter how gory.

Bring them all to their knees.
Something I can’t do on my own.
I can’t see the forest for the trees.
Others can do it, once shown.

There is little hope for me.
I realize that fact now.
But, others will be able to see.
Then, put an end to it, somehow.

—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)