"If running away from my problems was a sport, I'd be so damn fit."

"It's time."

A whisper tells me

The clock's first chime

Marks the start of a story

Ringing

A cue

Opening

An act

A masterful puppet

Leading the throng

A skillful marionette

Strung along

Sonorous whispering

Suffocating embraces

Spiteful taunting

Smothering mists

I'm running

Running far, running wide

Running away

From the monsters' stride

Clambering

Sprinting

Scrambling

Scurrying

Clenched fists

Frantic heartbeats

Futile pursuits

Shackled wishes

Stand on the cliff

At the edge of the rift

Close my eyes

As I fly

Cool wind soothes

My clammy skin

Gentle clouds embrace

My heartfelt grin

And after all time

All that was left

Was the clock's last chime

Marking the end of the tale

Ringing

In the mountains

Echoing

In the soul