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Running, running, running. All he seemed to know.
It was a better option then falling- falling, falling down, down, down until he hit rock bottom.
How is it that he had gained so much and lost even more?
Then all seemed to do is run from it.
How is it that he has saved so many yet he has hurt and betrayed so much more?
How is it every face he loved and treasured brought him guilt?
All he called friend brought the grief of betrayal?
Running, running, running- never stopping, never ceasing.
With the fear that stopping will bring him grief.
The fear that stopping with bring him death.
Always going, never stopping.
And those who have sacrificed themselves for him.
Astrid Peth- the girl who almost saw the universe.
Luke Rattigan- The boy who wasn't as evil as he seemed
Harriet Jones- The woman who cared more then he thought
Jenny- The daughter he almost had
Then there's all those he left waiting- all those he left alone.
Rose Tyler- the girl he will forever love
Donna Noble- The woman who forgot
Amelia Pond- The girl who waited
He had saved so many but lost so much more,
He is forever grieving, forever wishing, forever running.
Never stopping, Never ceasing, Never ending,
And that's the burden he forever holds.
Author's Note;
If I have- somehow, pulled your heart out and ripped it in tiny little pieces then stomped on it with this poem- I apologise. Please review? Thank you for reading and, if this poem has, letting me bring on your feels.
