Open Poetry #49 |
Running Rooftops |
Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Running Rooftops Running ‘cross the rooftops, chased by the local cops, leaping over buildings with a ninety foot drop. Freedom keeping blood fired. Chasers getting slow, tired. I can see the roof’s door across the gravel top. I go thru its open clear, racing down the winding stair, jumping three and four steps in descending flight. Sweat pouring down my face, cops still giving chase. Air is sweet on the street escaping into night. I race to the nearby park in the dim made of dark, down a lane, ‘cross a path where the green is grass. This should be my final caper. Odds against me not in favor. If I fail, there is no bail and that will be my last. Then I hear a gun sounding. Pain hits my chest pounding and I tumble, bleeding liquid on the hardened floor where I feel my life seeping, creeping from my body leaking as I lay here cold and breathless, dead forevermore. I can feel no heart beating. Memories of my thinking fleeting back to when I did inflict my crimes of hurt and pain which is why I cannot languish here compelled by awful anguish to atone for moments my humanity went insane. Death is now my waking bell. I repent my sins in Hell and pay the price each night to pay the debt that once again keeps me running ‘cross the rooftops, being chased by armed cops and bleeding ‘til eternity says my bleeding’s at an end. Namyh |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay! This was very graphic and really sucked me into the whole situation. The voice (your writing) painted a picture, a bloody one to be sure, but a picture I will retain for quite sometimes. Great writing! ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Wow! Way to go! Good job!~L |
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