Cold winds and dark skies
Signs of life that can not be seen;
The road on which she walks, so slow,
Moves fast; under her tiny feet.
Run run run.
The last but not the first;
Scent of fear, and illness and horror.
She leaves a trail for
Senses unhinged to follow.
Run run run.
Closer and closer still.
Movement is heard where
Voices drown out senses.
I'll find you.
Run run run.
Screaming trees rushing past,
Accusing my deadly deed done.
True to nature, it is done.
I found you.
Now you can not run.
YOU ARE READING
Fly Away
PoetryThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
