Escape
Every now and again
I get to grab a pen
Words begin to flow
Like a damn bursting from my soul
My thoughts and dreams
The world as it seems
All erupt on this page
Calming my silent rage
Though it be a sin
You never get a chance
To live again
Copyright © Chad Weeks | Year Posted 2013
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