Run

A Poem by Wolf Towne

Cast away by my failures, I ran away.
At the edge of the world I thought I would find something-
An artifact that would cure me of disease.

Here I am, still searching.
My senses are dull, and my goal begins to blur.
With each passing day, I am greeted by a different world.

I know that I will not find peace.
I know that when I return,
My nightmares will be waiting.

People come and go, and so do human emotions.
So does the sun, the moon, and the tide.
But there are things that never return.