Running
I don’t have much to say these days
I just go go go
running from myself like the rain
races down my bedroom window
until the water traces the sidewalk
and spills into the streets
and there is nowhere to go go go
but home
One thought on "Running"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
I like so much how this poem turns into such a descriptive simile about how it feels to the persona (or the poet) to run from the self. Really, a poem tied up with the perfect bow!