Prisoner.

By Bryony

Running, running, as fast as I can.
He's going to catch me.
At least that's his plan.

Slowing, slowing, almost to a stop,
Gotta keep going,
I'm almost to the top.

Falling, falling, to the ground.
He's right behind me,
I think I've been found.

Pushing, pulling, he can't catch me.
I kick him hard.
And now I'm set free.

Crying, crying, I'm an escapist now.
I've gotta keep going,
But I don't know how.