i don't quite know why
i want to run
but the urge is so strong
sometimes overwhelmingly strong
undeniably
i want to drop everything
stop everything
and just run
unidentifiable
but something keeps me inert
something keeps me glued
to my seat
fear
but fear of what
i don't know
i can't see it
but i can feel it
under my skin
it surges
the urges swell
but i just
can not
run
-can't run
YOU ARE READING
The Fog
Poetrya collection of poetry im writing for the sake of healing, growing and venting. poems about depression, rape, body image will be present so please read at your own risk. Always take care of yourself. Aurea Fae
