Running Poem by Marton Dezso
Running
This gaping hole my past
Behind me as it was my shadow
I'm running through waste lands
Afraid of being swallowed.
Wishing for the sun to stop
On it's course - it won't I know -
'Be like the dead dear sun
hanging from the gallows'
And I hear my desperate voice
As it rips my skull and echoes.
'And I hear my desperate voice / As it rips my skull and echoes...' Emotional lines.
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4/24/2024 1:17:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Be like the dead dear sun hanging from the gallows' And I hear my desperate voice As it rips my skull and echoes.//// wonderful expression; I enjoyed