Found Out, by Anna Lorena
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We are being pursued;
There is only one way to run:
Towards the cliff.
After that, we have to find a way Down.
The first reaches the edge:
She ties off a rope
To A rock
At
The Edge.
She quickly descends
Followed
By
The others.
I look behind me;
\They are gaining.
One by one
We vanish
Over
The
Edge.
I am last.
I let them ahead.
Fear is nothing to me-
There are worse things
Than Death.
They are coming Fast,
Too Fast,
And I am at the Edge.
Quickly my brain shouts,
‘Untie the rope!’
If I left it,
They would
Follow.
The only thing I can do:
Jump.
Fall.
They are nearer.
I call down to him,
‘catch me!’
He is transfixed
As I turn to face
Our foes
And
With
A Gleam
In My
Eye
I find myself grinning.
I lean back
And
Fall;
Praying
That
He
Catches
Me.
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Posted: 2005-03-19 04:07:05 UTC |
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