Alone in life
Nowhere to run
The fugitive hides
lying and waiting
Afraid of the horror
which lurks
Deep in shadow
Curled in a ball
Stashed in a corner
Shivering and trembling
He has escaped
This time he's free
But sooner or later
He will be yet again
Alone in life
With nowhere to run
December 10, 1996
Sara R. Barthol
