Running
A swirl of dust
Now they are gone
I tear at my hair
A chocked voice that no one can hear
A burning in my throat and then a mighty yell
Running
Running
Running to no where
I wrote this for a little boy that I know. His emotions seemed important enough to me that something needed to be done. I don't know what that something is, so I decided to write about it so it would never be forgotten or ignored.
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