If you like this, (and speak a little French), check out "Le Dormeur du Val" by Rimbaud. A friend of mine recommended it to me after (After! I wrote this before I heard of it.) I read her this.
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Summer is coming. I feel it in the morning air.
The chill of the night is broken, the frosts have retreated,
The dawn is quiet and peaceful.
The grass tickles my palms. Above my head the blossom is purest white.
The sun is finally up. The nightmare gone.
Lost in the dark, surrounded by the screams, I was running, my feet beat a frantic rhythm.
My foot collides with the ground too soon, my knee buckles, and I find myself on all fours.
We had no choice but to run. We were scattered and running alone.
They found me anyway.