I’m on the run <br />from myself <br /> <br />being hunted down <br />by memories & regrets <br /> <br />things I should have <br />forgotten but... <br /> <br />...haven’t forgotten yet. <br /> <br />Like an old toy <br />tin man <br /> <br />left out in the rain <br />when I was 5 <br /> <br />its spring wound too tight <br />its mechanism rusted <br /> <br />discovered after years <br />discovered with tears <br /> <br />remembering how bravely <br />it would step off the edge <br /> <br />fearless... knowing that the next step <br />was not there <br /> <br />its bright eyes flashing <br />its ray gun flashing <br /> <br />walking on air <br />the second before <br /> <br />...the fall.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-run-7/
