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A Run In The Dark

written by: OurSacredHonor

I could tell you not to cry a thousand times but it simply would not keep the wells from overflowing in your eyes. You can't get close because when you are you're exposed. Too many times have you let one in, let them under your skin, only to be burned again. "Not this time" you say, inching closer to the flame, but the outcome remains the same. "Change", you say, "I need change." Different name, same mind games, and of course more pain. Repeat the refrain. You have something to gain but so much more to lose. Still you choose to test the troubled waters. Swimming with sharks in a cage is only safe if the bars don't break. Each hit they take makes them weaker, and each grin you fake is a lie you're selling with no taker. I know better. Or better yet I know to second guess the face you present. You have the grace of a ballerina on this here stage although the script reads more like a soap opera these days. Pan left and zoom in on a pretty face, the vacant room serves only to accentuate the empty space that heartache creates. Call this a commercial break. Reapply the makeup that streaked your cheeks, you've seen this coming for weeks. You've been through this scene once or twice before, memorizing the back of your bedroom door. Distractions only last so long, and you spend most the night trying to convince yourself that you weren't wrong. It's easy to get lost amongst a guilt-ridden truth, the ignorance of youth, and you. Somewhere in the middle of alone and confused about why this keeps happening to you. Don't blame this on yourself. Blame it on luck, on fate, on anything else. I know you'll always say "Goodnight" before I have the chance to make this right, so I guess that's why I write. Salt stained lips press against a pillow as you weep, trying not to wake those with your sobbing while they sleep, curled up in a ball under your cold sheets, shivering from your head to your feet. Reeling from a feeling you can't shake, it still persists, and you wake up in the morning feeling sick. Maybe I won't understand the reasons that you're crying, but I'd come closer than you would like to admit. Please don't blame me for trying, I just want you to let me back in.

Comments:

Tue, May 13, 2008 at 1:28AM

I like this OSH...the way you words flowed in the text was really cool and the messaging hits home. Nice!

Mon, May 19, 2008 at 9:15PM

Wow! I really like this one! Great job!

Fri, Jul 18, 2008 at 1:56PM

Does inspiration come easy to you? (please don't take that the wrong way... it's a genuine question of interest)

xEx

Sat, Jul 19, 2008 at 2:55AM

That's a tricky question to answer. I'd have to say that my inspiration is a lot like the life itself. Sometimes it comes easy, other times it is more difficult. Occasionally, just to spice things up, I'll give myself a challenge to sort of extend my creativity to its limits and hopefully even expand it a bit.

Mon, Jul 28, 2008 at 7:43PM

wow you are an amazing writer. its obvious that you write what is in your heart and on your mind, but the you somehow seem to find the unexplainable words to express your emotions. its the brilliant truth. kudos.

Thu, Sep 4, 2008 at 2:32AM

this one made me cry...

Thu, Sep 25, 2008 at 7:19PM

Well put! I would say though, I would have liked it better if it had not rhymed so well. I'm not against rhyming. I just try and avoid it. I use colorful words instead. Which, you have used many colorful words in this piece. I'm not so much concerned with the message of a poem or piece of prose as I am with how it's put together. Anyway, well done.

Mon, Sep 29, 2008 at 3:16AM

excellent rhyme scheme!id like to read more like this one.

Mon, Dec 22, 2008 at 12:15AM

I am so moved by this piece. I think it tells a story that many can relate to. Great work!

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