Runaway

The left foot first,
Then the right,
Then the left again,
The right follows,
This pattern continures for hours.

When was the last time I ate?
When was the last time I stopped?
How long have I been going?
When will I reach my destination?
Did I make the right choice?

I don’t care, I just want out,
My problems are too great,
I can’t live at home any more,
My life has become a bore,
I’m never going back.

This could be the end,
Death creeps up my chest,
Beckoning my lonliness,
Can I turn away from it?
No, I succumb, lost, forever.

Barry McCain


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