Run

All I can try to do is run

But running will get me nowhere.

It gets me a load of tired and hunger

Things opposite of what I want

What I want is to run without the fatigue

Runing without fearing what's ahead.

Rushing theadfirst into the new and unforseen.

But I will never know that feeling,

For I am locked in a room

With my arms tied around me

All because I couldn't keep myself in my head

And spilled my insanity everywhere.

If only he hadn't been in my way.

Maybe he'd be alive and I'd still be sane.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

upnorthdavid

Wow, sure makes the reader wonder...

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