The silent whispers of time. The endless beatings of hate
Like the delicate winds blowing into the exhausted earth
Is like my new temporary life that has just given birth
The blue devastated skies that soar into the winds then gently sink
into the polluted air
What is life, what is death?
I have no time to explain
I have time only to run, to run to the complete
The deadly hours are drenched with hate. Wanting and devouring
me for its inanimate bate
The persistent perspiration that is angrily sprouting out of my layered
skin
Unknown voices that are secretly calling out my name
To win is my best defeat
Discover the endless boundaries, that I must meet
Like the dusty hasten filled clouds that swivels into the world above,
I want to collect all my powers, and endure my deathly journey
The world that is so clear and round
But inside, they make our minds troubled, with confused thoughts
They make us appear prisoners outside our own minds
Who’s to blame? Maybe the prisoners of life that have been incorrectly
tamed
Open up your minds eye, so you can see who you are
Because from knowledge, they want you to be far
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A Little history about the above Poem. This poem was actually one of my first real poems which was written when I was fifteen years old. It was actually a poem written in my English class about a short story called "The Running Man". Which I'm sure some of you have heard of. Then later was made into a movie. Which many more of you probably have heard of. We all had the option of drawing pictures, writing a short essay, act a scene out, or write a poem about this story. Of course I chose to write a poem. However, I guess you could take this poem and apply in other ways as well.