I need to run ,
hide even.
Become a mole and live underground somewhere.
Run as far away as I can get.
But there's something holding me here,
like my feet have been nailed to the ground.
The water just keeps coming like a tsunami until everything hits me.
But nothing has hit me yet,
everything is in slow motion waiting for me to finally make my mind up and run.
Than my feet will let me do what I need to do.
RUN
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoesiaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
