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Escape May Be Deadly

The only escape may be deadly.

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Dear God I have felt that anxiety that is in your poem. Do I jump to my death or stick around and let death come to me. You are so brave for speaking up. I pray that whoever you are and where...

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Escape

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Published: June 2008

Trees, trees, trees
Branches, sticks, leaves
Whipping, gashing, slashing at my arms
I can't get away no matter how fast I run

Tripping, falling, crawling on the floor
Ragged cuts, tattered clothes, jagged breathing as I start to slow
My eyes are heavy, my vision blurred
Distant images start to stir

He's right behind me, he's catching up
I have to keep moving, but my legs have had enough
Getting dizzy, about to pass out, a distant figure starts to stand out
A distant scream, a whispered plea, I can't believe it came from me

Pulse is racing, a feeling of hands, a gentle hush as I'm helped to stand
It's him, he's caught me, please strength don't leave me yet
Let me be anything but his sullied pet
I have to leave, I have to get away, I fall to my knees and let my head sway

Stopping, he stares at me and gives a mirrored laugh
Then he reaches for me as I start to move back
I'm to slow, he's to fast, I can't get away, he's taking me back
I can't let this happen, I must react

Head's too fuzzy, I'm getting too weak
I'm stumbling over my own feet
One chance, a pull, a twist, a pop and a moan
I'm not the one with a broken bone

I'm still running, he's still coming
My strength's about to give out
Dead end, cliffs end, water and rocks below
Tell me, if you had a choice which way would you go?

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  • by Dj, Jackson MS
  • 6 years ago

Dear God I have felt that anxiety that is in your poem. Do I jump to my death or stick around and let death come to me. You are so brave for speaking up. I pray that whoever you are and where ever you are, you are okay. I remember thinking this way when I was being abused. It would have been so much easier to jump and end it all but you have to keep pushing. God has something so much better for you. Please know that. I pray for you. God bless you.

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