The Safe House.
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Nov 02, 2016
I made it across the borderline The enemy in retreat I made it to this safe house Now the enemy in defeat. Safe at last within This boundary A land of peace Hope and neutrality. At last at last No fear of that knock On the door Like those days now past. No more waiting for my fate No more struggling when I run No more fear upon my face No more the target of a gun. I made it to this safe house Now I can rest my head The nightmare now is over Oh the comfort of a bed.
Tags: happy, faith, hope, wishful,
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Mingoao Ba commented:
I feel this . . What it feels like to stop running, from self, and/or the demons that are chasing . Anyway it's a great feeling, just to be able . . to breathe . .
Christopher Russon
commented:
Based on a true story .Once over the borderline different country different laws
In other words freedom.But it can also mean what you said running from self ore our demons.Thank you for your comment.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
That's a powerful poem Chris ......some people never reach their "Safe house."......
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thank you Frank for your comment.
