When you have words fitting in mis-spelt  places

And the world is running round on its edges

When your trying to run in one place

Pushing forward and being pulled back

Gripped legs in tars of chains

White dresses full of stains

Hope full and hope less

Stepping up in the same place

Racing time , slow beats

Staircases leaving behind a trail

Foot up and foot down

Fear has hugged you like heart break

Drowning voices and swaying you

Tired tries and stubborn forces

When words are running 

In mis-spelt places

You believe it was a dream

That kept you from learning 

The right step for the right space



Contact me at : thinkpoetic@hotmail.com

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