I was running as fast as I could
maybe in speed that I never thought reaching it I would
but I made a vow to my oath
and said that pushing myself is something I am doing
and I always should.
"Run, run! Run as fast and as weary!"
I screamed, out of pain, anger, all at the same time with relief.
Inside of me, I was cheery.
My legs were growing tired,
but hell I couldn't care less
it was having me escape out of my comfort zone,
my bubble of tire and suffer, and most of all,
my huge mess.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁