Running away

Running away

A Poem by Carissa Marie

Going faster and faster, I keep running.
I feel the rush of wind as I pass by not daring to stop.
My feet feels tired and sore but I just keep on going.
Every time the thoughts came, I run even faster.
Making sure that these tears wouldn't fall. 
I am running away from the memories.
Away from the pain. 
I can feel my body slowing. 
Each step is brutal but I never stop.
I do not want to stop.
I sense the thoughts catching up to me 
And I desperately willed my legs to move. 
But my body had enough.
My legs wouldn't budge.
I let the tears fall as I slowly tumble down from exhaustion.
I could feel the thoughts coming closer and closer. 
Ready to break me.
Wrapping my arms around myself like a baby, 
I welcome the pain that came with these thoughts.
I grit my teeth and clutch my heart as the pain engulfed me. 
In my painful moment of breaking apart,
I sense someone coming closer.
He lifts me up and carries me like a fragile little baby.
And as I open my eyes to look at this stranger,
Staring into his eyes, 
I felt my soul finally die.
My nightmare finally caught up to my reality.

© 2013 Carissa Marie


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aaaaaammmazingggg....so much imagination in a single piece..how did u do that??...
Enjoyed throughout..with nails chewing again 'n again..just thinking 'what will the next line of the art'...
Thanks for sharing..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Carissa Marie

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed. :)
Basu Gupta

11 Years Ago

your welcome....
Great imagery here. Surprise ending terrific. I enjoyed reading it. --David

Posted 11 Years Ago


Carissa Marie

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much. Pleasure to hear from you as always. :)

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Carissa Marie
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21. Female. AB Journalism. Philippines. :) Introvert. Weird. Over-thinker. Music lover. Bookworm. Frustrated Artist. Writing is my therapy. "Let my words be your own form of immortality" .. more..

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