In a disturbing pace, I run ahead
Jumping over stones and logs
Feeling branches scrape my skin, and wounds form
Red streaks run down, touching me
Hunted by the power of time in a fairy-tale grandeur
My pulse beats to the heart's frantic rhythm
I pant and gasp with all my might
But it's hard to run in heels
Never looking back, afraid to see the fear
Focusing on survival, but it's hard to plead
I stumble almost on a crooked stone
Losing my balance and fumbling onward
Catch me if I fall
But no one is there to see or hear
I am alone and hunted, born to misery
Yet I did not fall this time
I run faster, my strides increase
Thinking my heart will burst in torment
There is no finish line, just running in panic
Just running and running in my despair ahead
I scream for help relentlessly
Thinking aid will be close at hand
But I realize there is no help to find
Oh, how my feet ache as I run forth
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Echoes of Emotions
Poetry"Echoes of Emotions" is a poignant collection of poems delving into the depths of human experience. From love to longing, this anthology captures the myriad shades of life, inviting readers on a journey of self-discovery and introspection. Let these...
