Further

Standard

further and further

the distance becomes

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage

running

a stranded spirit

charging full speed

like the express 6 train

zooming by

skipping stops

uninterested in the journey

seeking a destination

that always seems to come

to a familiar dead end

with no one there

but a mirror and yourself

you hate what you see

so you keep running

with tears in your eyes

not of regret

but more so, frustration

repeating the same

expecting something different

Get out of your way!

and hold still for a minute

…………

but you oppose

it’s too uncomfortable

so, you keep running

like the express 6 train —

my arms are tired

but your feet have mileage

you will get weary,

I hope.

 

© 2017 Liza Morales

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