The silence assaults me
It spreads with the wind
My nostrils flaring
And my strides,
the only audible thing,
the sound of the asphalt
connecting with shoes
and the breathing of my heart
slowing my pace,
no one around
the darkness ensues
only lamplights
to shine the scene
but I running
waiting for dawn
to make the world rise.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
The silence assaults me
It spreads with the wind
My nostrils flaring
And my strides,
the only audible thing,
the sound of the asphalt
connecting with shoes
and the breathing of my heart
slowing my pace,
no one around
the darkness ensues
only lamplights
to shine the scene
but I running
waiting for dawn
to make the world rise.