I’m searching for escape
Got so much on my plate
It’s too much for me
I wish I could be free
Pondering what to do
Even considered faking the flu
Just nowhere to go nowhere to roam
Stuck here grounded, consealed to the home
Pacing the walls up and down
Impossible to evade this frown
Space is eluding time to myself
It’s starting to inflict my mental health
Being selfish now thirst for solitude
My bubbled silence my way, not rude
Evading anger in every way I can
Because it is not an acceptable plan
Am I cowardly how I percevere?
I do not know, certainly not clear
Cannot run, never really been my game
I’ve always been too stubborn and refrained
How long can I last this intense pain
Hopefully not before I go insane
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Taken from Rhyming poetry to change your day by Philip Lister
I’ve been in this place, too, Phil. I can see it’s from your book, so I hope you’re not feeling like this now? How are you?
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I’m good, work is manic at moment
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Glad you’re okay.
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