Fleeting Moments

October 4, 2010
By baroquerose BRONZE, Flower Mound, Texas
baroquerose BRONZE, Flower Mound, Texas
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Running, Running,
Don’t look east at the rising sun,
There is no time to go back,
You are on the right track,
Of the place where it all begun,

Screaming, Screaming
A pain that you could never dream,
It’s internal- all gnashing,
Always keeping your head a-bashing,
Tearing your heart at the seam,

Losing, Losing,
Was it your life this cost?
A bloody gaping hole,
At the pit of your pretty soul,
All values and morals were tossed.

The author's comments:
This poem is about a re-occuring dream I have- that I am chased by those who have hurt me in the past. In the end, I wake up breathless.

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