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Running Away
I am taking off and trying to run
Away as far as I possibly can.
I want to go towards the sun
And throw away the set plan
As I go there. I want you to come
With me because it is better than
Being alone. Every crumb
We leave behind does not matter.
It brings me comfort with your thumb
Against my cheek. Let the ashes scatter
And for me to stop running. I want to
Start walking and to enjoy the splatter
Of the colors of the sunset that skew
With my head no longer. Every piece
Of rubble is another reminder for you
And I to slow down. Let us cease
This disarray and getting away
From our problems. Every crease
Is old and boring. I want you to stay
With me for this long journey
Ahead of us. Nothing should weigh
Heavily on our minds. Our worry
Goes out the window along with
Everything else. Let the unworthy
Things go. I am no wordsmith
To explain the things in my head,
But everything is more than a myth.
I want to leave my same old bed
Behind and sleep in a brand
New place. This new thread
We are walking on feels like sand
Beneath our feet. It is no small
Defeat to walk and to stand
Among those who saw me as a doll.
I am not breakable and I will not crack.
Do not back me up against the wall
Otherwise I will let everything black
Out and fade away. Then I will
Never be willing to ever come back.
Away as far as I possibly can.
I want to go towards the sun
And throw away the set plan
As I go there. I want you to come
With me because it is better than
Being alone. Every crumb
We leave behind does not matter.
It brings me comfort with your thumb
Against my cheek. Let the ashes scatter
And for me to stop running. I want to
Start walking and to enjoy the splatter
Of the colors of the sunset that skew
With my head no longer. Every piece
Of rubble is another reminder for you
And I to slow down. Let us cease
This disarray and getting away
From our problems. Every crease
Is old and boring. I want you to stay
With me for this long journey
Ahead of us. Nothing should weigh
Heavily on our minds. Our worry
Goes out the window along with
Everything else. Let the unworthy
Things go. I am no wordsmith
To explain the things in my head,
But everything is more than a myth.
I want to leave my same old bed
Behind and sleep in a brand
New place. This new thread
We are walking on feels like sand
Beneath our feet. It is no small
Defeat to walk and to stand
Among those who saw me as a doll.
I am not breakable and I will not crack.
Do not back me up against the wall
Otherwise I will let everything black
Out and fade away. Then I will
Never be willing to ever come back.
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