I run
Away from good fortune
and into the fray
Fortuna favet fortibus
Or so someone once said
I run from the city skies poisoned
by the blinding lights of frivolity
Desperate for blackouts
Rolling and unpredictable
I hope they last months
So I can fill a mason jar with fire flys
I run from the pretty faces
Claiming exasperatedly that mine is just
Unconventional
And that pretty faces are often
If not always
Attached to liars
I run from the honesty
The unyielding truth that I
have ceased to be me
And have been replaced
by an imposter
Who laughs when I look in the mirror
I run until my lungs gasp
For the air between two stars
And until the blood flowing
In the sinew of my thigh
Begins to burn and clot
I run
Until my legs fall off
Just to crawl across the finish
And pretend that I
am a martyr
For a purpose that kept me running
And I forget now
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
I run
Away from good fortune
and into the fray
Fortuna favet fortibus
Or so someone once said
I run from the city skies poisoned
by the blinding lights of frivolity
Desperate for blackouts
Rolling and unpredictable
I hope they last months
So I can fill a mason jar with fire flys
I run from the pretty faces
Claiming exasperatedly that mine is just
Unconventional
And that pretty faces are often
If not always
Attached to liars
I run from the honesty
The unyielding truth that I
have ceased to be me
And have been replaced
by an imposter
Who laughs when I look in the mirror
I run until my lungs gasp
For the air between two stars
And until the blood flowing
In the sinew of my thigh
Begins to burn and clot
I run
Until my legs fall off
Just to crawl across the finish
And pretend that I
am a martyr
For a purpose that kept me running
And I forget now