i keep running,
but looking back as well,
i try,
not to cry,
but the tears flow freely,
i continue to run,
i trip,
i fall,
i am burning in hell,
the past catchs up to me,
it kills me,
takes my life,
i run from the past,
but i am really,
running towards the future,
its where i see the light,
when i dont have to fight,
when my life,
is now mine,
unill i reach that,
i will always be,
running from the past.
we can learn lesson from the past..but tomorrow could be the best day of learning..your poem is beautiful..grace
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Wow. Very well descriptived. I can totally see where you are coming from...Running from the past can only bring you into the future but we are all living in the present. Keep writing.