Running for my life, for my being.
My feet are sinking deeper with each step as I stride on the dampened soil.
Tears are rolling down my face,
I don't want to die,
not now,
not ever.
I continue to sprint,
howls, roars, snarls close behind me,
snapping jaws full of razor sharp teeth,
big bushy matted fur,
piercing yellow eyes staring into my soul,
coating, plaguing my conscience.
Fully panicking about these vibrations.
Every once in a while though, my feet become encased in the soil,
dragging me.
I fall quickly onto the ground, wanting this to end,
wanting this to all end but I never see an end to the towering greenery around me.
I feel like I'm running a marathon, I am so minute in this universe.
Will these never ending vibrations behind me ever end?
Or am I doomed to always feel this feeling?
Or will I finally see the end of the greenery around me,
see a beginning of luminescence at the end of all of this,
the howls, roars, snarls ceasing to exist,
my whole body not being sunken into the dampened soil,
my feet no longer being encased once in a while in the soil.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
