Monday, February 21, 2011


I left home.
I left home and moved on.
One small suitcase,
but enough memories
for all the tomorrows.

His shadow slinks, its next to me
corner of my eye,
filling my soul like cement.

Years are behind me,
my wings are clipped,
and I'm running now.
Just not fast enough.

He's in front of me,
nowhere to hide but inside.
Inside I go back,
I vision no escape....
this time.
My feet are bloodied,
trans versing this same circle; going nowhere.

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