Fear
I am at the end of me
yesterday is all you will ever see.
I ran so far..so fast...
I spend all day looking through
broken glass..hoping a piece will
bring me back to just a sweet smell
a familiar face..someone I trust to embrace.
A simple trace!!! Of what I left behind
Because I ran too far ...
too fast..now I can see the storm brewing
and I feel the wind blowing..
I know I must be going..
Down the road I will run again
solitude has always been such a lonely friend..
