Death Running
Woke up to one those strange days, my mind in deranged haze.
I keep flipping through the book but can't find the main page.
I'm slipping in and out of consciousness with my eyes wide open
Can't make sense out of any of the words being spoken
A labyrinth of corridors, my mind switching back and forth
Blacked out vision, stumbling searching for an open door
But all I can see is blackness and death coming from behind
The clock keeps ticking but I've lost all concept of time
Lost in the darkness trying to find the smallest sliver of light
An ounce of hope in my conscious to Continue this fight
Weak from malnourishment, I haven't eaten in days
Been to busy in this madness I've been trying to escape
It seems no matter how loud I yell no one else can hear
Either that or no one cares so they turning their ear
The problem with being strong is no one asks about you
That man can handle anything, I know he'll be cool
But this time it's too much, and I'm needing someone there
Hold me and let me cry, let me know that you care
Instead I'm running out of breath chasing after the dark
And scared to think about what comes after this part.
Copyright © Nicholas Henderson | Year Posted 2017
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