Running

Running

A Poem by Morag

The sky turns blacker than the darkest night, 
It turns and steals away the lights. 
My breathing comes in quick sharp bursts,
My mind is running expecting the worst.
My sight is going dim as my light tries to shine bright,
But my light has already been stolen by the night. 
Running and running but darkness is all I see,
The night swimming on as it tries to become part of me,
My mind is trying to find a way but everything that is right seems to go wrong. 

© 2014 Morag


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The exact depicting of the labyrinth of over-thinking and what follows later.
claps to you!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Morag

9 Years Ago

Thank you very much.
Daydreamer

9 Years Ago

All welcome. Come and visit my profile :)
Morag

9 Years Ago

I will definitely do that

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