I run to keep up with
this cruel world's race.I struggle to catch the
thread of time with my
bloodied palms.And run to the finish line with
no passion on my torn soles.I ran faster with fear of
being a disappointment
to those who brought to
this world.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
Race
I run to keep up with
this cruel world's race.I struggle to catch the
thread of time with my
bloodied palms.And run to the finish line with
no passion on my torn soles.I ran faster with fear of
being a disappointment
to those who brought to
this world.