past lives reemerge
they pound piercingly on your door
call your number
shout your name
demanding a reaction
needing to be heard
a runner will hit the ground without hesitation
never feeling safe
a runner knows one thing
that one thing is
to vacate
however, I have heavy heels
that dig me in deep
when the runner keeps on running
I tend to sink
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
past lives reemerge
they pound piercingly on your door
call your number
shout your name
demanding a reaction
needing to be heard
a runner will hit the ground without hesitation
never feeling safe
a runner knows one thing
that one thing is
to vacate
however, I have heavy heels
that dig me in deep
when the runner keeps on running
I tend to sink
Request permission to use this poem