Wishing you weren't there ,
Hoping you had an escape,
For the pain you bare ,
You wear it like a drape .
A place that doesn't hold u hostage,
From the days u run from ,
As you lack to acknowledge,
And give in to feeling only numb.
Is there an escape?
From the days we merely survive on ,
Failing to tear the tape of our mistakes ,
Are you only a pon?
As we become bait for the snakes.
24th March 23
