The Run

A poem about a boy running .

I feel my heart pounding out of my chest.
I hear the rapid footsteps of the killer behind.
I can taste the salted water of sweat and tears on my tongue.
I can't see anything because my sight is blind.
I turn the corner and fall on the ground.
I still hear pounds of his feet hitting the concrete. 
I hide under a tree, waiting for him to leave.
I believe I will survive.
I believe I'll see bees out of their hive, looking for pollen.
Here he is, I'm dead!

Reviews

[NeverSurrender]

I like the repetition of I at the start of all sentences except for the last one. It helps the flow of your poem and the last line contrasts with the others and makes it the more special and the main point.

Nice job
N.S.