by Balam
Everyday we work like the cows in the field.
“BOOM” as I try to sleep thunder cracks the sky like a glass plate hitting tile. My fate was decided by a fraudulent game of poker.
As I walk around the fields I ponder about what my life could have been.
Rich folk have it nice, I try, and try, and try,
While some folk just won in this cruel game of life.
I am just a pawn in the hands of a rich man.
Escape, I will escape.
In the dead of night I strike, sprinting like a cheetah hunting gazelle.
I can’t stop, or the jaws of the law would strike.
I run so far that my feet start to bleed, my muscles feel like I just walked through a patch of nettles.
Finally I stop, Rain started pelting my dirt stained shirt, I didn’t care about my belongings anymore. I just needed to feel the jaws of my old life release me. I look up into the sky, I scream until my lungs feel like exploding.
“CRASH”
All I remember before I blacked out was the soft voices of a elderly woman,
My Mom.
She whispers into my ears for me to get up, She sounds as frail as a flower in a storm.
I get up at once, I see an elderly woman staring at me. You’re not my mom I stammer, “I’m not dear, but I won’t let them take you back to that awful place.”
I start to cry, my eyes turning into waterfalls, she rushes over to me and whispers in my ear the same promise she’s made to many others.
You have escaped. I will never let them take you.