I Run Away

Mussel boat arrive –
men clacking,
clacketing –
shells splashing the bay.
I run and run,
run away –
forfeit right to cool ocean air –
Gull wings splash the sun –
as blinding bits of angels –
their choking calls
like jungle drums –
beating into me –
choking my heart –
out of tune
confusing the metronome
of who I am today –
the man once known
by so few –
I run upon the broken shells
beaches littered like glassy hell.
Blood soaked sands of yesterday
seep into the blistered soles
of my weathered toes –
Like little foreigners
looking up at me –
their yellowing scarred
window panes – scratched
and ragged – catching –
raping time for what it is –
A death so certain –
where I lay
discarded china doll –
ceramic shards on shells –
long forgotten –
China dolls feel no pain.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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