The whistle.
I ran,
Ran as fast as I could.
Sprinting through the crowd.
Making my way to first.
No one ahead of me.
The feeling of adrenaline,
my heart racing.
Sweat trickling down my neck.
Running away from my problems
one lap at a time.
I couldn't be stopped,
and no one tried to stop me.
Grinning,
as I ran down cloud nine.
But someone thought I didn't deserve
that wondrous feeling.
Someone thought... I should fall.
So here I am,
stapled to my bed.
Bruises all over,
dirt under my skin.
Having fallen from cloud nine.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓. ── poetry | ✎
Poetry❝Even when we're gone, we'll be in each other's hearts. From what I know, we were always there... there from the start.❞ New beginnings, sad endings, happy endings, sad beginnings. If you're looking for a journey, begin from the start. © nnightdday...
