I ran today.
I knew this day would eventually arive.
I put these shoes on in August
seeing this day approaching, but it wasn't time.
Today, with dried and crusted soles,
I grabbed my keys and fled
with screams and sobs
circling me like hawks
waiting for me to die
so they could devour me.
I ran and ran with tears
streaming down my cheeks,
the wind blowin them into my ears,
distorting all sound.
Minutes later, my muscles ached
and my chest was burning.
Yet I continued to run.
I let the pain distract me
from my own cries and sobs,
but only for a short moment.
Then I couldn't run anymore
and all that was left were
terrible pains in my abdomen
and aching in my legs and tears.
And after tears and pain, what is there left for me?
More running.