Sometimes a crime/mistake has been done and no matter how much one will try to forget, it will never die.

Running-
slow at first.

Stunning
all, creating such thirst.
The more thinking done,
the faster the run
will only become.

In a naive hope-

such activity
will help to elope
recent convictions an be
a past.

The more the mind
works an overload, a fast
motion will thrill, putting behind
the path which was taken.

Or so security
would of thought and proved mistaken.

The faster the run will be,
the more the psyche
runs through every touch.

Not even the nike
trainers will help run out such
creed!

A run from England to Ireland
could not even wash away all greed.

Such a remorseful act will be that demond,
which will always be a hunt
in which, however hard tried-

will always be there to shunt!

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Comments (4)
  • ken bultman on Sep 11, 2009

    Can’t run from ourselves, can we?

  • Darla Cooke on Sep 11, 2009

    Interesting poem.

  • Joe Dorish on Sep 11, 2009

    Nope cannot run from bad deeds.

  • Emma Green on Sep 11, 2009

    Agreed, you cannot run away from any bad deed or yourself, no matter how hard one might try!

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