Tell me how to run away,
without anyone realising,
I just want to sleep under the night sky,
Feel the soft breeze,
Feel your hand in my mine,
But i'm snatched out of my dreams,
by voices,
voices that aren't yours,
voices that sound too loud to me,
once again I sigh and tell myself it's not real,
i'm stuck here,
there's no end,
here I am,
all I want is to run away,
but i'm trapped here,
chained down by invisible chains,
is this what a home feels like,
all the walls are closing in
and here I am,
all I want is to run away,
far, far away.
YOU ARE READING
The world's a little blurry
PoetryFrom the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate -Socrates