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Falling and Runing Away

by Christopher Shin

The last ashes
scatter all around
me like snow.
I walked down
the ghost streets.

My eyes haunted
by the past,
and none of them
seem to surrender
any kind of peace.

So I drag my feet
and my soul bleeds
again a black ichor,
but it's to late.
I'm grown up.

No more lessons learned
and no more ways of
making up for past crimes,
because your stuck
with an old man.

I raise my arms up
and fall forward,
and saints and angels
don't come to my rescue.

Finally I run and I'm
gone.

01/08/2009

Posted on 01/08/2009
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/09/09 at 06:19 AM

That second to last stanza just kills me. Staggering, great work.

Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/12/09 at 01:33 AM

I really like the fourth stanza. The whole thing is great, don't get me wrong. Beautifully done.

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