trade
I know you wish for a place to be,
hidden in the mist, silent as the sea.
No fear, no hope, no questions asked.
where the nights are not heavy
and darkness don't last.
could you trade this place
For your favourite song?
the throbbing of your heart
as you run towards the dawn.
The echo of your name cut through the trees
you run out of breath
But your legs still keep,
Running.
You keep running-
and then you run into the night.
past your mother's flowers
the wet clothes in a line.
They brush against your face,
the water slips-
it leaves a cold stain,
enough to melt your lips.
the concrete floor pulls you back
"stop running", it says
take it all in, take all that you have.
I know it overflows, overstays, overloads
but without it, aren't we nothing?
and nothing is what's left.
Copyright © kritiman pathak | Year Posted 2025
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