She runs.1
Away from her parents and their problems2
Distancing herself in denial that things aren’t as bad as they seem3
But still their shouts reach her bed room trapping her in the four walled 4
house she once called refuge.5
Now she in stuck on the never-ending tracks that she dug herself. Her 6
reason fades away to the red rivers she finds herself drowning in. Never 7
went for polo so she thinks that padding deeper will bring her to the 8
crispness of reality and the pain will lose it’s hold.9
But in her desperation to get away she’s lost herself in the white flags 10
posted like sentries calling out for help in a deaf society. 11
But her ears will always hear the damning criticism that he whispered to 12
her while the mother could only cry. Stop carving roads into your skin 13
because they’re taking you nowhere. 14
She’s going nowhere on her self made trails.15
So she runs16
A lab rat who follows example and runs around on it’s wheel seeking 17
safety and refuge but the journey only leads to more tracks and less 18
feelings, more meaningless “I told you so’s” and confusing stares from 19
mean-wellers who never seem to get it right. Soon it’s just all she can do 20
not to streak out from their restraints and rip across the winding lanes just 21
to end it all…22
Her breath quickens. Suffocating underneath the pressure from school. 23
Her parents. Life. The world. Herself. Too anxious to be worried about what 24
is to come, too late to stop and think about it. Every roads that once 25
seemed clear is now flooded with endless impurities and film. They’re 26
closing faster now and she doesn’t know what to do. Nothing left to do but 27
finish what she started, and leave this race once and for all. It’s always the 28
same end time to get started. Time to get away. Can’t rest no stopping this 29
time.30
Keep running31
Author notes
Wrote this after my parents divorced and contemplated jumping in front of a bus on one of my jogs. (looks at scared faces) No i have never attempted such. I know better, but writing helps me realize this, you can still yell about my life being precious though.
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Comments
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for depressing poetry,
i liked it.. it was great how you just ran, the whole time, thinking about everything, but not turning back.. it was good, but I think you could of added a little more depth into the emotion there.. keep writing though, you've obviously got talent for this
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For Disfunctional Families, I feel like you glided over the actual part about focusing on family problems.
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hmm, really? then my apologies.
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