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The Escape
I was walking into the neighborhood,
Roads of the dark night,
Minding my own business and walking my merry way,
But that came to an end when I saw man in my sight
As I shouted out a worried “hey”.
He didn’t respond so I ignored and just walked away,
I tried to move away but he kept on swaying in my direction ,
I realized something was wrong,
When he pulled out a big sharp blade,
My eyes widened, and stood I still like a coward.
He was running my way and I had to react,
I felt the surge of energy rush through my body for a counteract,
And I turned around and ran away from the crazy maniac,
It wouldn’t end here I said I couldn’t turn back.
So I ran through the perilous night for my life,
Like a cheetah trying to catch his meal of the day,
Only this time,
I’m the meal running from the predator,
The predator, which was the man with the big knife.
I saw a dark area with a shed that could help me hide,
I quickly leaped it's fence and ran to the darkness,
No brightness, no light, just pitch black from the inside and out,
For this man couldn’t catch me, as I was blended in with the darkness,
And he set aside and walked away.
I decided to go back home and stay there,
It was dangerous to stay out and I couldn’t bear,
The man was gone this time,
But his attempted crime would not escape my mind,
For I had almost lost my life to a psychopathic type.

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