Trees are flying by, inches from my head.
I am growing so weary I wish I were in bed.
My legs are working vigorously,
My mind wonders endlessly.
Shadows in these woods taunt and torment.
Wanting to speak thoughts now, having lain dormant.
I cannot help but wonder. Why I am having this nightmare.
Seeing the memories, slip away puts me in a state of deep despair.
The darkness is gaining momentum as my soles beat the ground.
I do not understand why I cannot simply turn around.
My heart beats through the cavity of my chest.
What I desire most is to reach the crest.
I inhale the cold gust of wind with my every breath.
My threshold tells me I am close to death.
As I look in the distance at my soul and body,
I send God a sorrow-filled apology
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
Trees are flying by, inches from my head.
I am growing so weary I wish I were in bed.
My legs are working vigorously,
My mind wonders endlessly.
Shadows in these woods taunt and torment.
Wanting to speak thoughts now, having lain dormant.
I cannot help but wonder. Why I am having this nightmare.
Seeing the memories, slip away puts me in a state of deep despair.
The darkness is gaining momentum as my soles beat the ground.
I do not understand why I cannot simply turn around.
My heart beats through the cavity of my chest.
What I desire most is to reach the crest.
I inhale the cold gust of wind with my every breath.
My threshold tells me I am close to death.
As I look in the distance at my soul and body,
I send God a sorrow-filled apology