I run after time and it goes
A few steps further away
When I try to catch it slips
Out of my loosen grip
I howl in the void and it echoes
The voices becoming distinctive
I came around you and it stopped dodging
To my surprise I could hold it tight
In the moment it felt real
As real as it gets around here
I tell myself it's not surreal
In this mirage, it's not a mirage!
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
