An Old Abandoned Road

I am an old abandoned road weathered down a once very popular street now my face is corroded. The many waters have marked my path my lustrous asphalt has given way to muddy underlining my way is rugged and unsafe. I am an old abandoned road I do not have the pleasure of feeling glistening…

Run!

Run! As fast as your feet can handle, run from the sun as it rises in the morning it’s light chasing after you, run to the darkness that still holds the night. Run, like the waters angrily rumbling in the rivers after a rain storm, their mud filled currents causing terror as they break through…