Author: Aphelionite PM
Nobody outruns themselves. Four poems from a difficult, confusing time.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 432 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 08-08-11 - Published: 08-05-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2940292
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Flat-footed, I find no relief –
How far must I walk to find room to breathe?
But here are no answers, no numbing reprieve,
So I'll lie on the moss with a blanket of leaves
And hope to high-heaven that I'll cease to be
A snivelling child whose jerk of knee
Too often finds the jerk in me.