Rain rapidly hits the rooftops,
A liquid mirror, to mask my heart
Beating faster—
The vibration of my footsteps
Pounding against the pavement
Are echoed by the thunder
Breaking the sky,
As I, myself, am breaking
The cruel laughter from behind
Is the only factor in my mind
Making me run, run faster—
The storm seizing the night
Has swallowed the cry of my voice,
Robbing me of its protection
Subjecting me, to the nightmare of a dream
In which I cannot run, run faster—
Monsters have closed in
Ripping away, my feet from under me,
Extinguishing the Sun in me
Yet, my heart is still running,
Running away, running faster—
This format seems a little familiar. I think it needs a little definition though, to bring the feeling to the reader. I love the first stanza, though.
ReplyDeleteBetter? Or are you not talking about fixing the format?
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't say I *enjoyed* reading this, because it doesn't cause enjoyment to manifest in a person, but it is a great poem. Well done. Second stanza particularly caught a hold of me.
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