I ran
I ran
I ran
Faster
Faster
Faster
I ran as fast as I could
As far as I could
I fell
I collapsed
In the middle of a street
An empty street
An old street
Drops began to fall
Water began to pour
Rain
More liquid fell
Staining my cheeks
But those had nothing to do with the sky
My tears fell
Along with the rain
Drowning my sobs out
I laid down on the street
On the wet street
In the middle of the wet street
And I looked up
At the clouds
The dark clouds
My sight blurry
But not enough
Because I still saw
The bloody truck
{September 8, 2015}
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PoetryDo you ever feel sad? Mad? Forgotten? Unloved? Empty? Do you ever feel the need to let it out? To share it? That's what this is for me. { #313 in Poetry as of 12/29/2015 }