Run

Okay, well I wrote this to calm myself down a couple months ago. Because I didn't want to get upset... so instead I wrote until I felt better.
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Yes. I hate this
Though as a general
Rule, I do not use that word
What; creates this?
While we cannot always
Feel this tension—it’s so cold
We have all felt this before
Impersonal. Dark.

And I—I don’t want to be here
Anymore
I want to slip away and hide
In the strongholds of my mind—and soul
Where I have been before, Midnight

Do I—should I run away now?
I want to slip away and run
In the wilderness of our town—our home
Where feet have never been before, Aurora

Lost, in your street’s lights
Deteriorating bricks glow red and green
Fox River condemns the garbled sights
Chuckles at a one-way street—serene
Currently this dead, sub-zero night

Over yonder, not a shadow,
Though as ghostly
Stands, the young girl—thin and pale
Life has followed her here

English Creative Writing Assignment

The assignment was to write a poem illustrating what Emily in Our Town meant when she said, "They don't really understand, do they?"

And... I wrote it in 15 minutes so... I know it's not the best. I only really like the last stanza.

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And I hear the sounds
Of rustling papers—to and fro
With all those precious words
I’ve written, those priceless words I’ve written
None of which records a precious day

And now I’m forgetting
Slowly forgetting—night and day
With all the warmness of the sun
I’ve lived, those hurried hours I’ve lived
Never “wasting” a moment of a precious day

And now I’m regretting
Each moment taken for granted—here and there
With all the unspoken love
I’ve forgotten, those rainbows . . . I’ve forgotten
Now time has left me no precious day

To relive, relive again
Would I forget again?
These things separation alone have
Reminded me, and painfully
Displayed how numbly
I once lived;
Yet never once did I live