The Runner (The Freedom Ave. Series)

He runs for dear life
from peace
from war

All are
But meaningless shadows
Lifeless behind him

He runs from the sun
from cold
 from warmth

He longs
For emptiness within
Unattached to him

He runs from his shadow
from himself
from the future

He shudders
at the possibility of his shadow
finding expression in him

He is alive to the possibility
Of waking up to nothingness
A sweet end to the mute pursuit

He is at peace
When everything is left behind