Art In Poetry.

I'm running away.
Yes, I just took off.
As soon as you stopped chasing me.
That's when I sprinted.
The cheering is heard by mumbles.
I'm still running away.
I no longer need strength, just my apathy.
This apathy.
It won't let go.
What am I running from?
Running since you no longer chase me.
I thought I would tire from this.
But I haven't yet.
Apathy.
It may just kill me.
Just turn around, make amends.
I try and I can't.
I can, but this apathy won't let me.
The pain is starting.
Is my apathy running away from me now?
I stopped chasing it.
It started to sprint.
It dashed away.
Now I'm so far from you.
So far removed.
And I'm left with no strength from this runnnig.