A Traitors Journey

Going forward .

Tripping 

on my own feet in front of me.

From looking back at what I left.

They watch me leave.

I turn back around  

And Sprint

 as fast as I can.

And how dare I 

have the audacity  

To flee by myself 

To tend to my own sight?

I keep running.

Looking back again,

There is nothing

And no one.

Sprinting forward.

No turning back.

Already a traitor for 

Wanting to run.