The Runaway

The Runaway

A Poem by Brokenshards

The streets are silent as I walk

Listening to the midnight talk

My sneakers fall on broken glass

Scattered shards, just like my past

 

 

In the houses I pass, they sleep unknowing

Above the trees the light is growing

In the sky there is no moon

It will be daylight pretty soon

 

Only darkness feels my pain

In the sun I can’t remain

No, in the daylight I can’t stay

Because I am

The Runaway

© 2013 Brokenshards


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this is really good

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on April 30, 2013
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Tags: runaway, dark, night, lonely, glass, streets, alone