Life

Down the Avenue

January 8, 2010

I’m tired, exhausted,
Running…
The trees down the avenue cannot be counted
I’m running too fast.

My mouth is dry
I see a stream nearby
Water won’t quench my thirst
It is not what I need

My heart pounds into my ribcage
So intense, tears stream down my cheeks
But I must keep running
My compass points into this direction

Nothing in this world is to console this moment
For it the too painful
For it is too deep
For it is within my soul

The sun has moved across the sky
Shadows have grown taller
It feels like my lungs are on fire as I try to catch my breath
I cannot run any longer

This moment is to be short-lived
The trees tell me they take a deep breath and grow taller
The caterpillar says that it will evolve into a beautiful, colourful butterfly
There is hope, I am alive.

  • erie morgan April 22, 2012 at 12:28 pm

    wow that’s a good one i really love it