Damage

run run
the damage is done
flee the scene
missile stone
smashed greenhouse pane
in glass home

all this short life
casting stones
random risk
lucky strike
run away from
damage done

flagging now
design for life
ingrained well deep
no one should have
to see the things
i see in sleep

only run
from habit
damage inflicted
barely superficial
limping shadows
with toothless maws

ghost train phantoms
chase cardboard and cheesy
half-hearted cries
no one should have to see
the things i see
when i close my eyes

nothing to run from
nowhere to run to
no damage wrought
anyone would register
if at all
yet still i blindly run
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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