Runner

I’m tryin’ to wash away the pain but these pills aren’t removing the stain. I train like a runner for a better tomorrow, but sleepless nights continue to follow. The exhaustion interrupting my flow — how can I make progress when I’m hollow — stressed from the unrest leaving me depressed. I confess, I’m not who I pretend to be, I’m just tryin’ to stand firm on two feet and escape the cold streets of my mind.

Matt Brown | Evolving Poet