Race against reason
running…
out of words
out of this town
.
clock stikes and tides
render another night
while I’m running…
.
stars keep a secret of mine
cookies in the cupboard
a hidden jar
.
looking at it from a far
wondering, worths and whiles
a lover’s finish line
running out of time…
.
blindsided
I’ve been here before
in the future and so much more
.
compass me moon
running out of faith soon…
you should know, I tried
with pieces and puzzles
and poetry too
.
boundless beating
running out of pace…
I stumble upon my step
and fall away
.
I really, really enjoy this poem. It is very lyrical and smooth. Pretty, pretty!
Was it really a defeat? Am not so sure!!
It’s a very ambiguous word, isn’t it? 😉