May 17, 2017 by Alfonso Acosta

235 – Whispers

Muscles scream
Demanding rest
With every step.

I just keep running.

Loose gravel
Slides and shifts
Beneath my feet.

I just keep running.

Rocks and twigs
Hit and scratch
Against my skin.

I just keep running.

Cold morning rain
Keeps dripping down
My soaked up face.

I just keep running.

The little voice
Inside my head
Keeps whispering.

Why do you run
When it’s so futile?
You’re still going
To die.

Perhaps… I answer
With a crazy grin.
But for today
I’m still alive.

It keeps on whispering.

I just keep running.