Running (dumb poem again)



  • This poem is a bit personal, but I'll share it anyways since there's no point of writing unless there's someone to read it.

    Running

    This is purely metaphorical,
    and of course rhetorical,
    why must I keep running?
    Away from the whims
    Of my faithful kin.
    I know they mean well,
    Yet they don’t understand,
    Even when I would tell.
    Thus, I made my stand.
    And now I race,
    From the fate I can’t dare face.
    This threat is tradition
    And involves a type of addition,
    Age-old and timeless.
    I cannot disclose,
    What I currently oppose.
    But nevertheless,
    I will not partake,
    In something so fake.

    So, I must always run,
    And that used to be part of the fun,
    But after so many years,
    Visiting countless countries,
    I have begun to tire,
    And my long felt desire,
    That longing to be free
    Of that which binds me
    has also begun to dwindle
    so maybe I’ll let them swindle
    that which I held most dear.
    Although I still fear
    What will happen if I accept
    What they request.
    Though it would mean
    That I would have to give up everything.



  • I fucking love that. It's fucking awesome


  • Veteran Mods One Woman Army

    Its great! Imma be running now, bye!








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