She ran,
Ran as far as she could,  
As fast as she could,
from reality.
Her breath came in short quick gasps.
She couldn’t stop though.
She had to disappear to another land.
Because the souls of this one, could not understand.
As she sat on a stump with autumn leaves falling,
She thought she heard them calling and calling.
Every moment replayed itself, like it did everyday.
She thought back to sweet May.
It drained her of the energy she had left,
Stole her life, a terrible theft.
Her eyes shut for the night,
And she hoped, with great might,
That the world may end, come the light.