Sometimes
I want to run down the streets
screaming like a mad woman
Kicking everything that is
living, and beautiful
out of my sight...
Shouting, up to the heavens
with tears, breathless from
exhaustion that forces
reality, yet still causes those
why, why,
why...
Until crumbled down to the
curb like a trampled leaf
face cupped in hands
waiting for a tomorrow
to bring me those
sunshine promises of acceptance...
And the knowing, the knowing
I cannot, ever, bring you back...
So let today be that day I'll go running,
running down the street like a mad woman
Where the world steps aside, while I show
'control' is not the only thing I've lost...
© Twilight Myst
May 4th, 2008














