The Runner

He tries to cacth me On cement roads
GOD and his big hands
His White luminescent hands
Try and try
I run Faster
Faster
Till outta breath
He wants me
That's all he ask four
He try's to show me love and kindness
Like the quiet waters and creeks of the California mountains
He says My water is warm and safe
I will pull you through the storms
I Cry tear drops when YOU suffer
Whether its your fault or not
I struggle to try to get out of his grasp
He says but you are chosen
You are chosen
You are mine you are mine
I scream but the pain
But the pain
My stomach begins to churn with nervousness
He sees the wounds and battle scars
Deep and brown with ridges  
The pain
The old brown eyes that hide behind the new shiny 21 year old ones
The mixed vapors of human flesh is I
I blessed creation
A baby
A name on his hand
I am his
Don't run He cries
Don't run He cries