This poem was inspired by the Bon Jovi song Runaway from the self titled debut album. Like many of their songs it remains timeless as do its sentiments.
Runaway
Little girl the old man coughed
why do you so often wander here?
Here among us vagrants there is no
love or merry cheer but she only
laughed at the old man’s dirtied hands,
she was tumbling, whirling round
amidst these streets upon unholy ground,
her father’s face lies in every frown
so she looked at him and smiled as
those pin cushioned arms wrapped
themselves around her childish frame
and pulled her into worlds of fireworks
of blue and gold that lit her soul but now her
father’s got no place to go, he like shadows
and ruined flesh is ever present here searching
still for some glimpse of his falling runaway.
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