Run Away

Written by: Kelly McDonald

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