A failed freedom

fleeing to a freedom.
they walked and ran and hoped.
it could be their only chance to escape,
the things that awaited them.
it could a freedom to last a lifetime.
It could be anyone.
Anyone who walked those lands who's body told
their story.
a face cracked like the barren lands.
eyes, grey from the storm.
a mouth twisted in a grimace sort of way,
for all the sadness and the joy.
Hands, worn from the duties of the past.
Legs almost broken to bits, from the walking
to freedom.
feet blistered but now resting in their grave.
a failed freedom.