Swiftly along the sand
We run
A heavy barrel lies in my hand
We run
Sweat trickling down my cheeks
We run
Ears deafened by screams
We run
Eyes filled with waiting tears
We run
Legs grow weary
We run?
Lungs burn at each breathe
We run?
Gunshots fire, and all stops
We no longer run.
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The Big Depressi
PoetryThese are some sad poems and some random imagery ones (light mention of suicide)
