Not out of the running

Beat down

pushed around

don't count me out of the running

not till the final call

Cut and bled

left for dead

don't count me out of the running

not till the curtains fall

If you thought for a single moment

that I forgot your face

If you thought about that moment

when I left that painful place

that you were torn from me

that you no longer mattered

my broken heart stopped beating

you were wrong

you are wrong

wrong

wrong

Pulled me up

dust me off

No, I'm not out of the running

till their singing Halleluyah 

Take my hand

Lift my face

I'm leading those still running

Think you can catch me do ya?

If you stopped for just a moment

and spared a glance my way

If you thought beyond a moment

not staring to empty space

like a glimpse would even be

enough for walls to shatter

your broken heart still bleeding

I'll be gone

I am gone

gone

gone

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Very bold and lyrical.

[Jibey]

Written with obvious feeling... from one blooded but unbowed... The rhythm moved the poem along with a pace that befitted its message... It expresses the determination of survivor - bravo!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. Flowed like a song and had purpose and strength in the words. We can't allow the world to take us down. Need a path for a escape and to be able to run. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote