The Run

I gather the strands of my hair,
pull them back,
tie a pony,
shoulders hunched,
ready for action.

I leap into the air,
and start the run,
the sand below my bare feet,
and between my toes,
the wind in my hair.

I inhale deply,
and my lungs take in,
the sweet fresh ocean breeze,
and I exhale,
dark polluted breath from my black lungs.

I feel my heart beating,
so fast,
so hard,
the waves recede,
and now i run on wet sand,
leaving my footprints for all to see.

I know that they will go,
when the next waves come,
And still i keep running.

Till the adrenalin is pumping through my veins,
the stitch in my stomach,
pains more than ever.

Running away from all the worries,
all the problems,
all the silent SCREAMS!,
all the pain,
till i can run no more.

I sit on the beach,
contemplating my life,
i take a cigarette,
put it in my mouth,
and light it.

And as the nicotine rushes to my brain,
i suddenly wonder,
Where the fuck are my sandals ?!