A solitary tear runs down my face
but I do not know the reason
for it’s existence
some say I am a happy child
and should consider myself lucky
oh but you don’t know the
turmoil that rocks my soul
It twist and turns
and it never lets go
only to give me a moments reprieve
and then again it goes
my mind it deceives
Once I thought I freed myself
away from all it’s grasps
I turned to run but that fellow
I found he moved to fast
so I waited and waited
till a clearing I saw it
I cut away I ran
I kept on running so fast
Ran over the dry parched land
I think I’m still running
someone please stop me

I was reading Richard’s poem and I suddenly remembered this poem I had written when I was young in my teens. It was odd for me because I didn’t have many memories of my childhood up to very recently so to remember something from that long ago was so interesting to me.