Lonerunner
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2007

I live in constant fear
That a day will appear
When I have no friends
When there is no one near.

I can see it clearly
Hear it loud and clear
No known home to go to
Belonging nowhere

I can feel the feelings
All I've held so dear
Have suddenly disappeared
Awake to a nightmare

But if that day comes
I'll be sure to be prepared
I'll have a rope in my hand
And a place for my snare.