by Fiona
Rain courses down my face,
My hair is plastered to my cheeks,
And still, I run.
Slanted sheets of raindrops
Fill my already full eyes.
And still, I run.
I am blinded by the torrents,
My chest burns, I'm out of breath.
And still, I run.
Leg muscles cramp as my feet
pound the slippery pavement.
And still, I run.
Feet pounding on the wet asphalt,
Blood pounding in my drowning ears,
And still, I run.
I've fallen once; it won't happen again:
This time I'll only trust my feet
And keep running.
I think I've lost my way home
Then I remember I was thrown out.
And so, I run.
Someone new is in my place;
I'm just a discarded toy.
And so, I run.
Darkness is closing in upon me.
Outrunning it is my only hope.
And so, I run.
I run from my past and past mistakes,
I run from his name and empty promises.
I run from his laugh and warm embrace,
I run in the downpour to my future.
I run.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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