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It's easier to be alone and away To have a reason not to stray Yet all i want is to jump off the road And sprint to where the river flowed Waves crashing on the river bank Screaming of unheard voices that sank Now the water has all dried from our eyes But no worries, not long new rivers will arise This time ill run like lightning  into the woods Reveal all the secrets i haven't understood The fear of being devoured by wolves does not phase me Nor do the red glowing eyes staring behind flowering dogweed  trees Still i do fear leaving the road all on my own Severing myself from everything i've ever known These rocks and pebbles that i have come to know so well Yet all these roots and weeds haven't even scratched my outer shell Why am i anxious of rocks and pebbles Why can't i gather the courage to rebel Patient trying to grow accostomed to this aesthetic No need to lie to myself, i've just become apathetic As the roots try to chain me to tranditional toil My feet cant help but itch for new soil
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Itching
It's easier to be alone and away To have a reason not to stray Yet all i want is to jump off the road And sprint to where the river flowed Waves crashing on the river bank Screaming of unheard voices that sank Now the water has all dried from our eyes But no worries, not long new rivers will arise This time ill run like lightning  into the woods Reveal all the secrets i haven't understood The fear of being devoured by wolves does not phase me Nor do the red glowing eyes staring behind flowering dogweed  trees Still i do fear leaving the road all on my own Severing myself from everything i've ever known These rocks and pebbles that i have come to know so well Yet all these roots and weeds haven't even scratched my outer shell Why am i anxious of rocks and pebbles Why can't i gather the courage to rebel Patient trying to grow accostomed to this aesthetic No need to lie to myself, i've just become apathetic As the roots try to chain me to tranditional toil My feet cant help but itch for new soil
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
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