Categories: Poems

Run Away – Poem

I envy people who can run away
like running away from their own thoughts, people
and sometimes even from themselves
The true self.

Then they play the game called pretending
it’s simple,
just believe that you’re running towards your home
even when you have killed your own family
as you were born

It’s easier this way
to leave the guilt long back
& forget the crimes that you’ve committed
with a gunshot, a simple phrase
or just a drop dead silence

Because suffering is for the weaker ones
and escape is the new brave here
a new age warrior who rode
until there was nothing but 
a dark valley where suffering runs in loops without any clause

I’m the one, oh what they call the weaker one
who stabs himself on his own feet
every time a sin is committed around
taking pain & hurt for those

And it’s tough to run with bleeding feet
under your body
tougher with a heart that pumps out
blame & guilt
belonging to someone you’ve never even sensed before

Yet, I stay.
Patience is the new weak, if you don’t know yet
because sinners are the winners here
who always ran out of the track

I lie down on the thorns painted red
still envying the people who left their true selves beside me
when all I can do with them is
stab my own brain

Poem Description

This was the first poem I wrote during my last break and I don’t remember what does this really mean. I don’t have much of a description for this one.

I don’t know what I exactly wanted to say here. Maybe I know a little about it. But I don’t know. Hope you get it.

So, I would really love to know your interpretations about this poem. Do let me know in the comments section below.

Thank you for reading !

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  • This is amazingly, truly poetic and well written. Reflective of what the society has become. Maintain your identity despite the pain, I hope patience is never the savior to blame.

    • Thank you so much Danzi ! True that. I think this what I wanted to say through this 💯❤️

  • that's powerful one! What I interpreted is that the people who admit their mistakes and get hurt and feel guilty when they do something wrong are usually the ones who suffer, who are rejected and humiliated by the society.
    But the ones who pretend like they are flawless and haven't done anything wrong, they justify themselves, and they live much better than the another group.
    But I personally feel, that suffering is many times okay than being not guilty for your is the biggest sin to lie to oursleves and others...It is not a 'weakness' but 'strength'.

    • Exactly ! People who run away are termed as "strong" these days.

      Agree with the last part of your comment too. But I think I just wanted to point out that the situation is other way around.

      Thank you so much for interpreting this one. It was perfect ❤️🙌

    • Hehe, that's so sweet of you brother. I'm alright, wrote this on one of my sleepless nights. ;)

  • Patience is the new weak..that statement is powerful. Good thought shared in beautiful words. 👍😊🤩

  • Beautiful poem. True to its core. But one thing I want to share, I DONT ENVY THEM. I FEEL PITY ON THEM.

    • Oh damn! That's the right word, I guess 💯

      Thank you so much ❤️❤️

  • The game of pretending is a difficult one. Please don't be jealous of those who play it well. It's a temporary high that will not be beneficial in the long run. Regardless, This was a beautiful poem!

  • Wow this poem was so we'll written. There were parts I read it fast and parts I read it slow. I think that speaks to the intensity of the poem. Great job!

  • It's bravery to stand against and endure the storm! Not everyone can have patience. It's gifted only to special people!

    Wonderful poem, Sumeet!

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