Come Out, Come Out- Wherever You Are
With Peace of Mind just in my grasp,
I fall from Cliffs of Catastrophe
Before I wake, subconscious lapse-
Snapping me back to "Reality"
From which I run, I flee- evade,
I must escape at any cost!
To elude the Pain and Problems made
Which wear me thin and leave me lost...
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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