Zoe Adams - Running

My feet fall,
Heavy on ground,
No other stirring,
No other sound.

Deep breathing,
Dry throat,
Heart beating,
Flapping coat.

The sun beats down,
Concrete burns,
Beneath this body,
Which never learns.

Muscles aching,
Legs aflame,
While no one here,
Knows my name.

Many faces,
Many gasps,
Lots of chuckles,
Lots of laughs.

Running from her,
Running from him,
Running from punishment,
For this sin.

Feeling disconnected,
Cannot carry on,
So I must admit,
That they have won.

I collapse on the side,
The side of the road,
A truck drives past,
With a fresh load.

I feel lost,
I feel broken,
I think of all their wrongs,
All the bad words spoken.

I do not trust them,
I know they're not right,
I hear my brother's screaming,
Carrying through the night.

I know they will come,
If I do not move,
Then they will hurt me,
Like there's something to prove.

So I try to stand,
But my knees buckle,
I punch the ground,
Breaking my knuckle.

I loose myself there,
On that busy path,
I only see dark,
I think you can do the math.

My name is Zoe,
I am thirteen,
And that day running,
Made Death rather keen.

To take my soul,
Back down to Hell,
Where I would keep hurting,
Just because i fell.

I fell while running,
From my piers,
Because they were all,
Of my fears.

Zoe Adams

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