It would always come back - the pain -
And I keep and keep running away.
I try to escape, to push it away...
All the good things seem to fade
Until the dearest light is gone.
Hiding is meaningless - the running too -
I am tired of fighting and denying,
The ups fade to downs knocking on my door.
But still I keep running away.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of words that came through my mind. --------- „Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" - Robert Frost „Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance" - Carl Sandburg „Genuine poetry can communicat...
