I hate to lose
It gives me a bruise on my heart
when I get home I run like a dart until my heart stops when my world is upside down
I turn to him
he is my friend I think???
his darkness confuses me and his love consumes me
why he leaves I do not know
but one thing I know is he's always there in a way, always there to catch me
Pick me up and set me down like a baby
Until the day of Friday the 13th when his world turned around and when his bony fingers grab me
I fall
fall
fall
Right to my knees
I do not bleed I do not scream
He just lets out whats always been inside of me
Hate
Love
Humor
Adventure
LOSER LOSER LOSER
Death.
YOU ARE READING
The Run of Life
HorrorRun until he catches you. By Austin Powell. Be sure to check out my other poems.
