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Runner
My eyes burn
For sight of
my withered soul
I split into fragments
Entirely too tired to
reasemble
The longing persists
A nagging ache
Nipping and tugging
Every ebb
Every flow
The life dwindles
I load my little gun
I can never hide
I can only run.
For sight of
my withered soul
I split into fragments
Entirely too tired to
reasemble
The longing persists
A nagging ache
Nipping and tugging
Every ebb
Every flow
The life dwindles
I load my little gun
I can never hide
I can only run.
Published 4th Nov 2017
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6th Nov 2017 1:47am
intense.
dark.
intensely dark.
the effect... just pure magic.
poet.
poetry.
cherished.
dark.
intensely dark.
the effect... just pure magic.
poet.
poetry.
cherished.
6th Nov 2017 7:47am
Your read and comment are appreciated greatly. I thank you for taking the time, my friend.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
7th Nov 2017 1:54am
I see shattered dreams and a wish to move on:) just my interpretation. Love this poem, anonshadow.
8th Nov 2017 8:13am
Thank you Grace, I appreciate your sentiment. Certainly it reflects on some of my shattered dreams and fragile hope.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
