Run From the Lights
They keep following me, the
misty, bright , blind-me
painful lights that burn through my tender,
swollen heart. I run and I run
but I never get away, my torn
bleeding wings never stop.
and my head twists and nods with every
slow move I make, I run as fast as
I can, but the thirstiness on my pillow
and my faceinthesky winks through my cloudy
smoggy atmosphere, and I scream
for some comfort, my running shoes become steady,
but my legs don't work
like they are supposed to, and I end up
arriving on time
to the wrong place.
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