Run, run
How much more will I run,
Towards a destiny that will never arrive
From a past that is catching up to me.
How much more can I run,
From my past full of monsters,
Every single one sprinting after me
To make me pay for my sins.
I can't run anymore,
I can barely breathe,
No place for me to hide
No place for me to rest.
I've had enough
I am not going anywhere
I won't be running anymore
I am standing right here,
Either run me through-
Or leave me be
This is where I stand,
This is where I fight,
This is where I last.
YOU ARE READING
I Feel
PoetryWhen you manange to converse with yourself, you spin a poetry. When you understand how to reflect yourself, you become a poet. Sneak Peek: 'So look into my eyes, And tell me where my soul is Maybe they will betray it to you, Because they no longer d...
