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No Escaping Who I Am

Updated on March 4, 2011

A poem by me

As darkness settles over empty fields

The night begins to dim
the world, it closes all shuttered fears
and follows merely out of whim
The thorns of life that prick and pierce
the blood flowing like wine
my suffering throughout these years
is suffering in time
bleeding I am young again
that which was is not
for never truth will enter in
and release the pain you brought
as eyes grow red and poison spits
the venom flooding veins
alone I die but together I miss
rivers pour flooding rains
savagely I cut these ropes
loosening the flame
cast out fingers, hurting my hopes
but who should ever blame
a rushing silence like streets of glass
blocking out the sun
turn away to face my past
but where, oh where can I run


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