"If running away from my problems was a sport, I'd be so damn fit."
"It's time."
A whisper tells me
The clock's first chime
Marks the start of a story
Ringing
A cue
Opening
An act
A masterful puppet
Leading the throng
A skillful marionette
Strung along
Sonorous whispering
Suffocating embraces
Spiteful taunting
Smothering mists
I'm running
Running far, running wide
Running away
From the monsters' stride
Clambering
Sprinting
Scrambling
Scurrying
Clenched fists
Frantic heartbeats
Futile pursuits
Shackled wishes
Stand on the cliff
At the edge of the rift
Close my eyes
As I fly
Cool wind soothes
My clammy skin
Gentle clouds embrace
My heartfelt grin
And after all time
All that was left
Was the clock's last chime
Marking the end of the tale
Ringing
In the mountains
Echoing
In the soul
YOU ARE READING
Solivagant
Poesía||Solivagant (adj.) Wandering alone|| Thoughts while daydreaming in solitude. Speculations immersed in water. Imaginations left in the clouds. [Although it might not be the best, please give it a chance and feel free to give comments! :)]