RUNAWAY

Alex Huang, BIPH

I ran, below the lush leaves

Following tracks upon the muddy road

Between shallow breaths

To think without hope

To grieve without sorrow

I ran, through the flames of the sinking dawn

Extinguished by grasping tides

Eroded memories, ebbing with the boundless sea

I hoped to lie upon the fine white sands

With the gentle sea breeze

Flowing away with the carefree waters

I ran, under the light of the starry night

Following the chain of stars I could seldom see

A knife through the dark canvas burning bright

Without dare to look down or back at that murky abyss

Beyond oblivion’s inky embrace

Not even at my body of broken glass

I ran, until glass had failed me

To see the shattered truth

There were no chains to see

No oceans to sink within

Nothing to be denied

I stopped, glancing back

My eyes drifted to the golden sky

The stars bid farewell in their tracks

The forest painted richly in amber

The water glowed with a gleam

The end of a self-imposed dream

As dust returned to dust

As light left the ashes

As memories mend

All roads must end.