RunA Poem by Brandon ForryMy thoughts one night, put into some semblance of verse.Didn't I say long ago that I was going to write every day? What is so hard about that? A commitment. A choice. Run. I run so hard and so far from those kinds of things. Even without my realizing it. When did that start? How did that happen? I think to myself in futility, trying to imagine how I couldn't have realized it. I run away from everything good that could happen. I run away from everything bad as well. But if I'm always running, when will I stop and actually do something. No. You have to stop. You have to do something. I want to do something. Please let me do something. It's not too late, is it? I don't want it to be too late. I sit and I rot and I'm dying without even realizing it. Such melodrama, but it's the truth. I certainly don't want to rot away and die here. I want to be heard. I want to be loved. I want to go and do and see and touch and be. I need to let myself do that. I need to do that. I need that. I need. Need.
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1 Review Added on December 23, 2015 Last Updated on December 23, 2015 AuthorBrandon ForryPortland, ORAboutI believe I'm here for the same reason as anyone else; I want to be heard and understood. I want to share, as well. I'm currently living in Portland, OR, between years of college. I've decided I wa.. more..Writing
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