your eyes see,
but they don't tell
of the past
you run from.
your voice speaks,
but says nothing
of the past you run from.
we live
but let life
rule
like it ruled
the past we run from.
YOU ARE READING
Think about it
PoetryIt makes absolutely no sense. It isn't a story, It has no plot. Its a poem, its a thought its a short story or a scene. It could be anything.