The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare: eleven

Life run

I'm suffocated
as i felt that my air
was filled with hatreds,
It draws rage in my lungs
Every time i sigh and let go,
I'm in a long run and
I have my onerously feets
Weights by my grudges and resentment.

I can't run barefooted,
I am stuck in the ground
And my breathing retrogrades
even I am at rest.

I can't chase the life that
was running away anymore,
I am unearthing and burrying myself.

Yes,I wasn't running anymore
and I let my last exhale.
finally there's no hatreds.
I bid you adiue