Parents left,
This is my chance.
I ran out the house,
Without a second glance.
I kept running.
I'm not wearing shoes.
I feel ground.
Something I don't ever do.
It's cold outside.
No jacket on me.
I don't care.
I continue to flee.
I arrive at the park,
The local soccer field.
I take a deep breath.
My eyes sealed.
I walk out in the open,
A cool sensation.
I lie in the grass,
In the sweet condensation.
The curtain of fog
Opens, revealing stars.
They never change,
No matter where you are.
Whether its a new location,
Or new state of mind.
Theyre always constant,
The warm, comforting kind.
I lie there for a while,
Just me and the sky.
I exhale clouds,
Watching them float by.
It was getting late,
Began to feel alone,
I stood up,
And ran back home. |
Submission Name: Midnight Run
