Tip-toeing through the long corridor, trying not to make a sound. Fleeing from the police, not wanting to be found. Wanted for a murder that he didn't commit, they were only chasing him for the color of his skin. Sweat dripping from his brow as he hears their voices, his heart pounding now while wondering, "what are my choices?". To turn himself in was the last thing on his mind, he'd prefer to live on the run over some jail time. Peering over his shoulder cause he hears them getting closer, and starts sprinting out of fear while losing his composure. A left then a right, down the hall he would descend, but little did he know was coming a dead end. Realizing his fate, to his knees he started to fall, as the shadows of the police grew bigger on the wall...
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 