Years pass throughout this race.
You were the prize,
At least in my eyes.
I reached you,
And I fell.
You were hurting me,
But I couldn't tell.
Now it's time to let you go.
At last, you're off my shoulders,
Your weight as heavy as boulders.
Now I walk into the night,
And all I see is this shining light.
YOU ARE READING
Poems/Short Stories
PoesíaThese are some poems that I have written in my free time. My dream job is to be a song writer and that is part of the reason I like writing poems.
