Black ForestA Poem by AnnieNo where to run No where to hide No where to turn While I die inside
The forest darkens as my feet quicken. My heart races as thick evergreens begin closing in.
An adrenaline rush. My cheeks flush with color... Faster.
Black forest whirring by. Travelling at an inhuman pace. Uncontrollable time racing past as my feet continue to fly.
Gasping for air... Is it possible to drown on land? Faster.
Head spinning. Soft forest floor rises to engulf me. My eyes droop. My breathing slowly grows steady...
When will I ever become tired of running?
© 2008 Annie |
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Added on December 4, 2008 Last Updated on December 4, 2008 Author
AnnieSeattle, WAAboutHey- So I'm Annie. (See that name at the top of the screen and the crazy girl in those photos? Thats me.) I'm a junior in highschool now, and write just to let off steam. I tend to stress over the li.. more..Writing
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