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Jun 2015
I will run and i will hide.
Trying to find what's left inside.
These dreams are broken.
All i had to say will be left unspoken.
Because i'm not going to make it it.
I can barely even move, only a little bit.
My will to try is starting to fade.
So i lay on the ground for days and days.
I try and rise to my knees, almost to a stand.
just to crashing back down to the land.
Just A little ahead a see a hill.
And in my heart i feel a frightening chill.
That was my destination, so close yet so far.
Now i cant move, as though my feet are in tar.
I close my eyes just to be frightened.
My bones shake and my muscles tighten.
I see all my fears and all horrors of this place.
Can't i die already, pick up the pace.
When i open my eyes i see the ones that I love.
Floating away going way up above.
I am stuck down here all alone.
I've been here for days with nothing to show.
So i close my eyes and give up all hope to try.
I'll silently wait here, waiting to die.
I know i don't write very often, but i'm in a writing mood.
gabriel ackerman
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gabriel ackerman  Pennsylvania
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   Cecil Miller
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