Runaway

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    Runaway

     Soon gone,
    I'm here.
    Soon gone,
    I'm near.

    Running,
    For no reason.
    I'm running to nothing,
    Through every season.

    I'm lost in my misery,
    Where is my destination?
    It's nowhere near,
    Lost in desolation.

    Can't I know the truth?
    Instead of wondering why?
    Please, don't lie to me.
    I ran away without a single goodbye.

    This place is worth nothing.
    This is mearly the narration of my life.
    Blank is this place,
    This place wallowing in strife.

    I'm running to nothing,
    Straight into black.
    Running to nothing,
    Never looking back.

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    heavenlymayday commented on Runaway

    12-30-2009

    So sad, and a little mysterious. The emotion, reaction are universal-run away when you are hurt, but the question is what caused the reflex? Is running the answer? Does it fix anything? It doesn'tmatter, it's what we do in the end isn't it? Nice.
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    Mandi commented on Runaway

    12-30-2009

    You never cease to amaze me at how wise you are for such a young squirt! very nice piece are you always so somber?
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    mistynites26 commented on Runaway

    12-29-2009

    we are all running in the end....running from fears, troubles, loss some even from love and happiness. Love this poem fraz good work.
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    kpeery09 commented on Runaway

    12-29-2009

    Very nice, I like this its very good....keep up the good work.
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    HopeOhlarik commented on Runaway

    12-29-2009

    been there before. not a easy place to escape. but you'll know where your running to one day. and you'll be able to stop running and never look back.
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