As I Run
Twilight comes too fast,
moral shadows closing in.
As I run from my past,
they all know my sin.
Twining 'bout my ankles,
tangling in my hair.
Trying to trip and mangle,
no on promised life is fair.
Emotions now run cold,
so easy not to care.
Though grappling for my soul,
they know that I'm not there.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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