Running

A poem about running from the memories of the past

I kept running from the thoughts constructed by her existence

I kept running from the echoes of her voice which linger within
these dark walls

I kept running til I reached the sun light,
Only to discover that the
memories of her are attached
to my soul the same way my
shadow is attached to my feet.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[K. Bridgid]

The last 3 lines hit me very hard. My eyes teared up because of how beautiful and strong the metaphor is. I really just love how beautifully you explained how we try to forget about our past and try to move on but it is such a struggle. I honestly can't think of a better way to explain it. Extremely relatable. Very well done.

[h d e rushin]

shadows attached to only feet is a out-of-body yet beautiful metaphor. Which sums up
what discombobulation love, or the loss of love can be. Nicely written my friend...dana

[BLACKBEARD]

thank you, i appreciate the feedback

[Death's Poet]

WOW. This is absolutely amazingly gorgeous. I love the last 5 lines. That is so very true. We often try to run from things that are part of us. Beautifully written. great great job

[BLACKBEARD]

thanks for taking your time to read my work !

[SLOVA]

Oh, this is eerie. I love the feeling of entrapment when the narrator reaches the dawn, only to discover that his supposed lover is still weighing the narrator down. The visual created by here -

"I kept running til I reached the sun light,
Only to discover that the
memories of her are attached
to my soul the same way my
shadow is attached to my feet."

- is not only haunting, but maddening and beautiful. The means to an escape are shattered. I adore this. I look forward to more of your work.

SLOVA