Community Poems – Please share your poems › Running That Way
Rusted shut sweat dream eyes.
Grown down, long vines strapping the path ahead.
I revolt at the isolation of standing here.
Where does my vision drift? I look for hindsight memories of the future.
Standing here, I am down. Laid beside myself, observer and actor.
Twist the knobs, pull the levers. Dart, dash, dodge.
Shades of wisdom to avoid, heal this broken path – split by the untrodden.
If ever a thousand forevers I’ve lived, choice is a memory, and I need choice to live beyond my time.
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