The Writers Club
A Library of Creative Writing
SOMEWHERE TO HIDE
by: aka jake_e
writing under the pen name of
J. N. Bryson
Cherry played in cobbled street.
On a winters day no sun to greet.
Laughing, running in bare feet.
Chasing around in rain and sleet.
To escape reality cherry would try.
Taking care not to curl up there and die.
Denying truth making life a lie.
Creating worlds from dreams long gone by.
A cold dark voice attacked the ears.
A sound that brought it's own black fears.
Biting lip, holding back tears.
Cherry ran homeward, retreating from peers.
Heart still pounding, Cherry entered the shadow.
A castle with dungeons and cries of sorrow?
Or a palace with sun streaming through the window?
Time will tell so wait for tomorrow.
Cherry felt loved, but who could foretell,
As in soft, strong arms that protected so well,
With indifference to sound and sight and smell,
That the monster would come as if darkness had fell?
Then, suddenly in the noise of silence,
The monster stared with a look of violence.
Swiftly the darkness stole Cherry's presence.
Taking and shaking in Cherry's absence
Cherry gazed deeply at the rug on the ground.
Singing "This old man" without a sound.
As if life depended on the pattern just found,
Cherry's eyes followed closely around and around.
Where will you go to where will you stay?
Where will you hide till the end of the day?
Where will you seek comfort away from dismay?
Who of us can tell Cherry? Who of us can say?
Retreat inside as often you do,
To a place and a time that is all up to you.
Stay in that place that no one can get to.
Hide there in your head till the storm is through.
Tomorrow Cherry in games will be seen.
Yesterday never was and never has been.
No monsters at all just a prince and a queen.
It will all feel so perfect so don't let it spoil.
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