Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2017
Run to the dawn, run run, the sun rises over the pain and the head within your head within your head, stretching, bending making no sense but it's real.
Run to the end of day, body over there, mind in the palm of your hands and looking at it so - strange.
heal

.....
Debra in Silence
Written by
Debra in Silence
  176
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems