"scenics" poems
*Pretending,
That you would never come
I can't think of air
I left the place
I left for peace
I ran
I ran through the dark roads,
the light wind
whistling past me
I ran with fire in toes
to do great things
or
to escape you
I didn't sleep
I just ran
As fast as I could
As far as I could
I turned into side streets
Skies, hills , trees
through all scenics
Traffic hung around me
but never bounded me.
I ran
People passed
I didn't cease
or
they never stopped.
But I did
When I saw
failure, elation
scanty souls
Combats for life
for felicity, feeling blues
I saw sorrows, sufferings
Ample anguishness in those
the sights didn't daunted
my mettle to move on
Feets were restrained to ail
to see echt agony
I came back
Acquiring a lot
and found you
at the same spot
waiting for my
arms to provide warmth
I can now feel air..*
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC