My flawed warm blanket

You are running
Like a terrified child
Trapped in the intricate
darkness,
While I am
running after you
Offering my warm blanket
That is adorned with patches,
Hoping to shield you
from the coldness
that often haunts us
like a restless ghoul.
You keep running
like the gushing river.
When are you going to stop?
Will you ever shroud yourself in my flawed
warm blanket?
Perhaps, there might
be a time
where I stop
running and toss
that blanket into
the bottomless sea.

-Nuruljannah-