To RunA Poem by Eddie GaoUnable
to hold my breath any longer The
pages of my life Brimming with hastily corrected mistakes Ripped
out Torn
apart and Burnt Parents
screaming by the open door I
run. Half
naked Undecided Satan
watches enthusiastically from above I
run. And breath is a story in itself The
rasping of my lungs Accompanied
by a faint and contradictory Birdsong Made dark and melancholy by The
constant ticking of Time
and I
run. Who
am I But
a mere creation of She
who left me He
who cut me Those
who Saw
me as the transparent Glass
that I Convinced
myself I
wasn’t I
run. Towards
Dead
ends Where
all the commas pause in Apprehension
for A
period. Where
all hell patiently loiters For the
justified presence Of bliss. Arrived
at The ledge. Sweat
glistening Lungs
straining Muscles
aching Tensing I
turn
back. © 2012 Eddie GaoReviews
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