A Poem by christopher fox

This was written 6-7-09 a few months after I started to date my work I believe.


Does my courage turn into despondence?

Or how can I say,

That through every tunnel

There is still an escape

And through it I shall travel

Leaving my worries at the door

And through I shall go,

Thinking no more.


Does my honor turn to hatred?

Or how did that rhyme go,

That I shall keep moving

Just to feel more remorse.

Traveling through Galaxy

With Frankenstein by my side

I cleared the wall

I will reach for the sky.


Does my living hold existence?

Or will you still walk out the door?

I’ve torn through these arms

I shall feel no more

Unless I reach the river

And float to the sea

Perhaps something


Can help shape me.

© 2015 christopher fox

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Added on November 22, 2015
Last Updated on November 22, 2015
Tags: running, lost, help. everything, existence


christopher fox
christopher fox

Colorado Springs, CO

I'm 24 and have been writing my whole life. I began to share my work in 2014, and haven't gotten the performance side down just yet. I was on episode 703 "Shock" of the Risk podcast, and that record.. more..