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Aug 2012
Sometimes I feel I have to pull away
Get away
Run away
So the winds won’t catch me
And these vines won’t trap me
where I’ll just be stuck
Again
With nothing

Now I keep trying to sprint fast
Away from the past
To find myself without needing
The one thing I’m never seeing
This invisibility cloak
Is now only starting to choke me

There are times when I want to run back
Straight into those arms
That picked me up high
-er than the bright blue sky
And took me places where I felt loved
Those arms that held me
Once, upon a time

Now, I need to keep my head high
Tell myself a little white lie
That I am happy
When inside my head is screaming
For time to just stop
Ticking
Ticking
Ticking

As it slowly winds un-sane
Keep in mind it’s all a game
Beg for mercy from the spawn
To let you slip
Too fast, too slow
No grasp, No more
ticking
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