Running

I fly through miles of riscidden wasteland

The lapesces of my dress lost in the ghostly wind

I clutch my tatted heart with soft but desperate hands

One whisper from the depths of the grodge could save me

But it won’t

The grodgeons wish me dead

So instead I sink

Slowly to the ground

My personal thockran in hand

Complete, but cracked

I hug it close

It seems to understand

 And then we both let go
I made up a few words for this poem. I’m curious how you would define them – what do you think they mean?

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2 thoughts on “Running

  1. What I thought from this poem was that you are running away from something to save something else that you have and then you had to let go of it. It’s a nice poem bringing words to life…I could imagine what was happening. Hope i got it right😊

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