Run.
Running.
Early in the morn.
Cold.
Crisp.
Dark.
Feet pounding
against the asphalt.
Air is frigid.
Breath is hot.
In cool,
out warm.
"You only get what you put in"
Sweat drips,
hands clammy.
Rain falls,
clothes soaked.
Skin is frigid.
Shoes are hot.
My feet burn
as I run;
past curbs,
past cars,
past homes,
past people,
past civilization.
Work.
Working.
Just for fun.
No.
Just to please.
"I am not perfect.
I must be perfect."
Push.
Push harder.
Run.
Run faster.
Go.
Go away further.
Think less.
Breathe more.
Find strength and power.
Hatred.
Sadness.
Doubt.
Anger.
Run away
from hungry hands
grabbing for your ankles.
Run away
to somewhere better.
Leave the darkness of
hate
screams
sorrow
weeps
mistakes
regrets.
"Come."
he says.
"to my arms,
let me hold you,
let me take away
the black matter
in your heart."
he says.
I will forgive you.
I will bring you light again
Come, please
Let me hold you"*
Beep
Run is over.
The sun is risen
outside.
The light shines
in my eyes again.
Edorphines
injected into my veins.
Time to go home.
Enough running for now.