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Run Away
Relentless need to get away again…
Nerves plucked and fraying, lost in the din
Trapped and cornered: more within than without,
But nonetheless willing to run; to drown out
Constantly mocking voices of conscience and reason
No money, no time, no plan, no season
Never the appropriate time for feral desires;
Imagined bliss somewhere where nothing is required
False hope so real, with its tangible disregard…
Like raised plastic numbers on the new credit card
Endless destinations; disappear into haze
Some shred of silent comfort, if only for a few days
Wistful woeful wanton will
This relentless need shall not be fulfilled
Perhaps this notion futility finds
For relief lies only in leaving...
Myself behind
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