The Escape

• Lachlan Mathison, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Haggard faces staring out
And guards are pacing round about
Whip strokes crack and moaning cries
Echo through the morning skies.
The open door shows light of day
To all of those who hope and pray
That they will one day be set free
And finally gain their liberty.
The guard who failed to turn the key
Has given us the chance to flee
From the place where terrors abide
Hope and fear of death collide
Adrenalin burns and casts off fear
Quick! Come with us! The way’s all clear!
The siren sounds! But we don’t rush -
We’ve safely reached the underbrush.