Mon, 01/20/2014 - 19:15 -- sgrover


Running up the hill
Barefoot and burdened.
To what I'm not sure.
Some place far away from here.
I can hear the humming.
The car rolling.
The threats coming from the open window.
And then.....
it stops.
I fall to my knees on the hard wet concrete.
Rain Pouring.
Body aching.
And no matter how hard it is.
I have to accept. 
There's no where to fucking run.
There's no where to fucking run.
So I close my eyes,

With each pound to my body,
Is a pound to my soul.

Instilling the will to leave.
And the fear to go.


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