i'm walking
r u n n i n g
towards you
but the faster i move
the farther you get
my asthma is kicking in
you used to be
the air i breathe
and now you're
nothing but toxic waste
yet no matter
which way my legs move
i'm pointed in your
d i r e c t i o n.
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
PoetryReflection (n.) serious thought or consideration. [lowercase intended] All material written by me.
