The Running Nightmare !

your slipping through the cracks,

your slipping through my fingers,

i keep trying to catch you.

pull you back.

but this gap, 

it grows more everyday,

you.

 with baseball,

and me. 

with soccer,

never get our time,

i saw u with her,

laughing.

smileing.

the glimmer in your eye shinning brighter than ever.

she was your first love,

your TURE love!

and you walk away from me,

and return to your one and only.

__________________________________________________________

this is my nightmare.

the bad dream-

-i fear of coming true,

mabey thats why i always leave,

mabey thats why i always run.

run before it gets bad,

run before the fear,

the dream.

before the nightmare,

 becomes reality.

i run.

far.

till this dream, is nothing more than memory,

i run.

the pain,

i create it,

the heartbreak,

i control it.

my feet,

i force them,

but this time i wont run,

i wont dream,

i wont think of what could be.

i will live in the moment,

every one we get to spend,

i wont just run away,

i wont hide, not another day.

im staying where i am,

and ill let the pain in.

im done running,

u need to come to me!

Author's Note

sorry this is bad, but its what i feel, i havent written in a while, so it seems like im starting new, but here ya go, i hope you enjoy it, please comment! <3

Reviews

[Jack Isaac]

This poem does in fact remind me of one of those dreams where one is running and running but can't get away --and is so effectively written. Flow is perfect except for grammar that stops the reader --'mabey'.
The first part reads like a day in the life and the twist is that it's really the nightmare. That's a good twist! I like this very much!
Consider what makes sense though: "When comes the rain again, I have to run inside" yet the conclusion in this poem seems to be resolving to stay out in the rain --let me know if I am off about that.

[victoria]

thank you "inyrdreams" the comments help alot =)

[Becky C Strukamp]

I like the way you begin this poem with running from issues and life, gradually, you take charge and by the end you are taking control, taking charge of your life. Excellent poem.