Treasure Island

Jodie Louise Pollock

(22.04.93 / Sunderland)

Running


Walking slowly as you pass time,
Walking slowly you wonder in rhyme,
Walking slowly as you think past,
Walking slowly those memories come back fast,

Crunching leaves under your feet,
Crunching leaves in your retreat,
Crunching leaves like your minds means,
Crunching leaves like your hearts dreams,

Travelling back you feel regret,
Travelling there you could never forget,
Travelling afar, you could think,
Travelling anywhere, just don't sink,

Running slowly as you look around,
Running there, footsteps your only sound,
Running faster as they rush past you,
Running away, it's all you had left to do.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Edited: Monday, June 01, 2009
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