Image credit: scenicreflections.com
I’ll run away tonight from you
I’ll pack up bags so silently
That nothing of my passing shall
Even whisper on the breeze
I’ll travel through the darkest hues
Through quiet streets I’ll steal away
And you will never raise your head
Nor for a moment shall thought stray
To where I run and where I’ve bled
To where I run away
I’ll slip your noose this night indeed
My shackles broken with such stealth
No sound, no motion can betray
Or signal as I quick retreat
The suburbs stream behind me now
The distant climes of city scapes
Send special signals as my guides
To save me from the worst mistakes
And lead you to my cruel escape
To where I may escape
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
That is one eerie picture. Really sets a mysterious mood for the poem.
Yes, I loved the photo! But I found it after writing the poem rather than it inspiring it. 🙂
Kismet? (I had to look that word up since it popped into my head without a definition.)
Could well be!! 🙂 🙂
Dark and eerie for your final poem for NaPoWrMo. Congrats on that accomplishment.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
I agree…dark…eeeeerie….and well done (as always) 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂
Oh! There is an emotional darkness to it… Beautifully portrayed. 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂
Excellent Helen, loved it all.
Thanks so much!! 🙂