We Run
Running from ourselves
We disperse in empty air
Into the raw sharpened winds
The sea-swept shells line up
Like razor-blades beneath our humbled feet
Breaking our butterfly-winged skin we run
Shedding our pain in a trail behind us
Over the pristine sands
In hope that one day
The waters will wash it away
We run from opposite sides of the earth
Both of our bodies bones shatter in the cold
Yet never sharing a word
We see absolutely nothing at all
Whilst wading in the blue-gray waters
And our skins turn from fair to a papery white
As the winds brisk chilling song flies through our skeletons
Sweeping away our remains of these glass souls
Our stony, irrational and feeble thoughts
Scurry blindly beneath translucent skin
Penetrating like hail into fragile innocence
Thorns stabbing so sharp and bitterly as we fall
Painting a red rose garden on a once lily white canvas
Cobwebs now cover a once looked after piece
Of broken life and withered years.
In the end we carry on hiding
Becoming strangers to ourselves
Loosing touch of sanity
Personality and Reality
Never turning back
We run
Copyright © Crissieteen Woodham | Year Posted 2009
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