Falling and Runing Away by Christopher ShinThe 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 © 2023 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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