Running.
Running like a red hot torpedo.
Hiding.
Hiding here and there.
They nearly catch up
when the alarm goes off.
The morning started out
with the coffee too strong,
flat soda,
and an empty juice pitcher.
The day drags by
till it is time, once again,
to go to bed.
Body fights mind over sleep.
Inevitably, mind wins.
Running.
Running like a red hot torpedo.
Hiding.
Hiding here and there........
I'd like some feedback.
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On it goes
I like the way you take us where we have all been. Sometimes it feels like there is no escape but there always is. Some people find it in writing poetry.
Chris
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