Run Poem by Aamir Hussain

Dimness has swallowed
the last remains of your day

You walked to this moment,
all twenty eight miles,
quivering, defenceless,
ambling through broken things, barefoot.

You have wounded the asphalt
with the tenderness of your thoughts
You, the enemy of happiness
How did you arrive here?

'Everything will be alright', I said.
'I will set it right
This fleeting thing
and this foggy road
If only i could
roll it like a carpet,
grasp it under my arm
and run away! '