Running over the same old ground,
Each footstep leaves a shadow,
Heart pumps faster with every sound,
The raindrops sting like arrows.
Skin starts to burn a dirty red,
Eyes flushing hot with tears,
And far away a predator swoops,
Fills another victim deep with fear.
They call it the time of your life,
Say you'll grow old before you're ready,
Preach about how you can't claim back your youth,
'Cause the clock of time's still going steady.
But can anyone see, the innocent plea,
Which is hidden behind nervous eyes,
And can any of you mend a heart, torn in two,
Or rekindle the soul which has died?
Thanks for the comment on my poem Can you hear me? with the alternate ending and i just wanted to let you know i also have the original poem up if you want to cheak that out. I LOVE THIS POEM. Your descriptive skills are amazing. Alot of good imagery and it really makes the reader analyze the meaning. I looked at a few of your other poems and you are amazingly talented! 5/5!!!! Lulu
This was awesome, I like how you described the person running. It painted a vivid picture in my mind. But I'm not exactly sure what you're getting at. Is he running away from time and the bad experiences that come with it? At first I got the impression it was something about high school, because of the "They call it the time of your life" you know how people say high school is the best four years of you life. I dunno, thats just how I read it :S You used great description though, this was a wonderful peice.