No more running

January 18, 2011
By Elizabeth Wagstaff BRONZE, Antwerp, New York
Elizabeth Wagstaff BRONZE, Antwerp, New York
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It’s a hop, a skip, and a jump away.
I thought
It was like I was running a never ending mile.
But it was time I stopped.

No more running.
Time to stop and think.
But to many problems were thought of.
I was swimming in a pool of madness

I was too little to late
I would fix a problem
But create a new one
It was an endless circle

There was a problem
One I would never be able to fix.
Not easy to say, not hard to tell
Just one word was all….you.

A blade cutting a wrist.
It’s how I see you.
A headache, a pain
Never going away.

I walk away.
Say goodbye.
But I look back,
To see you cry.

There all I ever hear
Like there’s no tomorrow.
I want to believe…but don’t

I say it’s okay
But I have to go.
I’ll be back someday
Who knows tomorrow is a new day.

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