The Runner

July 7, 2011
By Anonymous

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said we said let’s go home,
and went to his home.
He stole the car.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said he didn’t care,
and he didn’t want to face it.
He stole the memories.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said we weren’t happy,
and he followed his dream.
He stole the idea.
And ran.

Mommy, he left didn’t he?
We said our goodbyes,
And he faked his tears.
He stole the possibility.
And ran, ran,ran.


The author's comments:
This poem is something I used for Debate Tournament and the event was called Creative Original. I decided to write about my father and family.

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