Running

Running

A Poem by Honourbrite
"

For all of those who loved someone driven by success

"

 

Running

 

Run now- the clock strikes nine

Stop now- because you're mine


All the hours, in every day

Will never be ours to play


Tethered to a perpetual machine

It's seven days, I want to scream!


In the evening hours you're free

But you and I can never be


All the money you possess

Means nothing I confess


You cause me such distress

I am here, but you sent no SOS


Time, it will kill us all

The minutes continue to fall


How can I live for only this:

Elevators, a stolen kiss?


I fear for you my lover,

Our love you cannot cover


Time will take it away

The future is near

But you're not here


I am not the type to wait

Pause: it is my fate


You didn't plan to go so far

I hope this love leaves a scar


For when it is gone, and I told you so

You cannot say, "I didn't know"


You're always running,

One day you may run to me

But- by then who knows

Where I'll be 

© 2017 Honourbrite


Author's Note

Honourbrite
the poem is describing extremely delicate circumstances, and ones I defy you to illuminate

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Added on April 2, 2017
Last Updated on April 2, 2017
Tags: running, stolen kiss, workaholic, elevators, time, machine, money, success

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