Prayer

Its about running away fromyourself as you are your own worst enemy

Life passes underneath the grit beneath my feet, easier than it should.

Rain drips down my brow as the fog lifts away from sprinting thoughts.

As if the mind clears as the taste of blood returns and deep mist bellows from my lungs.

The place I go to without hiding , where nobody can find me.

Thoughtless yet  mindful. Deep solitude amongst passing cars, spray painted postboxes and abonded trolleys.

Where the leaves crunch,  twigs crack and tarmac  is black lack set against rows of false trees.

Never running away, as no such place exists.

 There is nowhere to run  to and nothing to run from except myself

Reviews

[Rajah de AzinPrinz Phyb..]

Very nice poem. Though, I am curious, what is "black lack"?

[Anonymous -]

very well done , could relate to many things said. the last line is what sent it home for me

[Angelique]

Thank you very much and I am glad that you can relate to this, that is why I love writing poetry is to try and touch people who can relate to my work just like I have as it's about my past or current situations. If I can get people to relate to my work then I have done it

[Anonymous -]

i love being able to relate to others work , makes the world feel smaller and that similar struggles and such aren't being experienced alone.

[Angelique]

Yes exactly and that is one of the many reasons why I love writing poetry