Running

Running short poem

Photo by Mr. iMaax. ☜


I am running.
Too fast to stop.
I am rushing.
I am close to getting lost
But I won’t wait,
Because my patience is running out.
My peace is running dry.
I’m running for my life.
All my mind is centred
On the road beyond my nose,
Heartbeat fast, hard, hurts but I can’t let go
Of the idea that I might make it
To a better land.
If I keep on running
For as long as I can. Run
Through trees, rivers, streams,
A ghost no one can touch.
I will keep on running
Until running’s not enough.

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