New HeightsA Poem by ☯
I've ran until the end of time,
until my feet were searing with pain. Until blisters threatened my fate, and cuts wounded my dwindling hate. And now I'm panting roughly, and I can't catch my breath fast enough, a feeling of inevitable doubt is still cuffing me back from life. Not just once have I thought, about soaring through the sky. Yearning for feathers, to stretch elegantly from my arms. While I watch flocks of gulls, cut the air's silent treatment, I think of how us humans, can be numb to unheard emotions. I want to be something more. Something intricately abstract; a view no one will ignore, a voice never to be intact. Only you can define yourself, you're unique in every possible way. You're original in my eyes, You'll always be nothing more-nothing less. So I stand here panting, running away from life. Leaving fresh trials behind me, reaching new heights..
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