I'm running so fast
the world always
seems to pass
in slow motion
Running from
darkness the distance
yet I can see
the fear in its eyes
I hear
the sharp blows
as my ears are filed
with the sound of ringing
the burning smell
makes my eyes
begin to see a world
I'm trying to escape
The hard stone
under my feet
hurts my ankles as it
hones on me
Reality floods my
mind as I plead
It's coming so slowly, why?
Still running from darkness
I sit up feeling
cold sweat on my neck
I drink from the cold cup
as I look to the right
The line takes my attention
making me rejoice
like drinking fresh wine
I hear the ring of the flat line.
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Um...Hi
PoetryAll about me and some of my poems and short stories. WARNING: Some of this could be triggering so I'm sorry if I cause you pain in any way.
