Flight

Running through the city
lights flashing
as I dash past.
Store after billboard after restaurant,
all blending into one.

People ignoring me
as I tear past
hair uncombed
clothes ripped
shoes lost by 72nd and Park.

Nobody notices
nobody cares
about my flight
from the dangers
that haunt me
in this World.

*This one was inspired by a song I heard on the radio, it was the beat and melody, not the words that gave me the idea for this poem.