Poem -
Time
Ā Sometimes, I just want to run.
Away from myself,
away from life..Ā
Away from your loaded gun.
Tell me we're something different,
I wanna see the proof.
Giving away myself,
these years are draining my youth.
Soon I'll be 30,
and lost somewhere in-between.
Years are justĀ coincidental,
likeĀ the drugs they make you feign.
Could have made a career,
could have made a life.
But IĀ cut this cord,Ā
now I'm standing here holding the knife.Ā
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Comments
Hey DEBBi!!......this is a VERY powerful write..... that self realization that catches us all at some point in our life..... were my past decisionsĀ the right ones?.....i'm getting older..... tell me I've done the right thing!!..... you're young dear poet sister and obviously aware that you're in touch with your feelings because you're a poet..... with just that as a foundation you're ahead of the game... keep making good decisions...., plan....... you'll land precisely where your EFFORT provides!!..... you've got skills from where I'm sitting!!...., use them... and NEVER stop writing ~ you're good!!.....,ALL STARS!!..... well done!.... LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?ā³ā“ā??