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Running Through my Thoughts

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I am running through a forest, stop and stutter-
Lost words, hopes and dreams, little things...
All I can utter.
Something floats, like a dream, though the water.
I don't know, if I can go...
For much longer.
They just say that life will not go on forever.
They just say that hope only calls danger...
But I don't think make-believe, is such a worry-
Just happily, bathe in it's glory.
So what if it's just, a fading dream...
It's something...
Not as it seems.
They told you didn't they?
They told you that my mind was long gone?
They said I can't hear you.
I'm running through the forest...
I'm running, running towards your voice.
Who says that miracles, never did happen?
Who said, there's no hope, for my tomorrow?
Who cares about the shell, left behind, of pain and sorrow?
No one does...
But maybe...
You do.
I'm trapped in here, let me out.
Dark chains, cold hands, hold me back from you.
I don't think this is a dream, too scared, too terrible.
Let me free from these chains, chains of sorrow.
They say that happiness comes only tomorrow.
They say that light is just something you borrow...
You know, my hopes and dreams, the little things.
You know the silly fears, hopeless tears, all the sad things....
I'm running through the dark, my feet hurt, thorns and bark.
I hear someone crying, not too far.
I see your face, want to smile for me, but you can't.
I know that this is not a dream...
Far too real.
They say that obsession just leads to oppression.
They told you that my dead mind can't dream.
They said that I have no tomorrow.
But do they know?
I don't know.
I don't follow.
I hear your voice, run to you, break away from my chains.
I see you here, reflection, a frozen tear, why am I so cold?
I reach for your hand, but it disappears, the warmth of it I can't get near.
It's no longer here, and now it's so cold.
I feel like the little match girl sitting in the snow...
Lighting her matches, watching the warmth go...
So cold...
So cold, where are you?
The thirst and urge is never satisfied.
And no matter how I try, I still run towards you.
I wrote this a long time ago, I think... Let's see... I wrote this on August 30th, (that's just a coincidence, ok?). I don't really know what was on my mind, but it's of nothing in particular. Just flowed out. I don't think I've submitted this yet.... Hm. It's not that good, lol. Kinda random. Doesn't have to do with anyone or anything I know. Oh weird... I said something about the little match girl here, too. Funny coincidence. I just found this poem.
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Tacy's avatar
WOW, amazing job. Very well written, and there is a lot of feeling to it!!