when i was little
i would play until the sun was gone,
and then i’d hear something
behind me comin on.
i told myself then,
run, girl,
run for your life;
run fast and never look back…
run for your life.
~
the same hand that you reach for
can be the one that knocks you down
and when you can’t breathe
that ain’t love
that ain’t love.
just when i think it’ll all be all right,
that’s when i feel something
right behind me comin on.
i tell myself then,
run, girl,
run for your life;
run fast and never look back…
don’t blink once
and don’t think twice,
girl, run,
run for your life.
Coal Black's House Of Pain 
This must be my whole problem–i can’t run worth a flip. Spooky and unsettled feel to this–but that’s par for the course with coal.
I agree with Hedge; this is unsettling.
Self-preservation is so instinctive that one may feel the presence of danger on a cognitive level.. and run to avoid it. Isn’t love, or placing yourself in the hands of one you love, in fact counter-instinctive since we place ourselves in emotional danger and fight the urge to run for our lives?
I loved this poem. I felt my heart racing, running for my own life. Very successful.
I feel like I was running in my nightmare..Nice one ~
I can feel this on a visceral level, even though my fears were always imaginary. Very well done!
a great ominous feel to this piece – the running – the subconscious and visceral elements – the idea of darkness – in the sun gone and the blinking – the repetition was well executed too and added to the effect! this is very apt – “the same hand that you reach for
can be the one that knocks you down” – the nature of heart-things – great job!!
“that ain’t love
that ain’t love”
this one gave me shivers!
♥
Compelling and unsettling, sad as well. I like the rhythm and repetition that keeps it flowing.
‘House Of Hope’ … in perfect sync with the ominous feel of your poem. Happy New Year Shay.
good job, great frantic rhythm, very evocative!
Wonderfully crafted; intense, unsettling………music!
kinda scary…what happens when you can run no more…nicely played shay….
Dark, yet soulful. Did you write music for it too?
Intense. “the same hand that you reach for can be the one that knocks you down.” That’s one hard lesson to learn.
touching words,
the title keeps one in motion.
Happy New Year.
Your voice is strong. I’m glad you lent it to the Poetry Jam this week.
yes, the movement throughout is captivating… run, run, run…