Afraid to Commit: A perspective on Escapism. (A Poem)

Running Away
Running Away


I run, I'm down, I'm up, I run. I miss you Dad. I run. Pay me, Love me. I run. Visit my grave. I love you Mom. Run. Happy Birthday, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas. Run. Stop...turn around. Face the storm, face the rain. The clouds. I can't, I won't. It hurts, the rain. Stinging my face, my heart. The rain is my tears, my heart the sponge. I run. How?, Why? Easy, just run. I'm tired...the past streaks by, the present and future too. Stop. Wait. Think...I do. Run. Drink...yes. Run. I'm too fast. I've done this forever....

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