I didn't want to
what was being eclipsed by the
I ran around the Earth
so I would only see the sunny side
and never what was behind,
tripping on tree roots as I fled,
tossing myself into river rapids,
turning in circles until I couldn't see straight.
I wish the moon didn't shine so brightly,
almost as bright as the sun.
I want it to go back behind.
I hated myself for tripping on that
one horrible root,
for I tripped and sprained my ankle
and could no longer run
and the sun turned its back on me.