From You I Must Flee

Falling,

Falling,

Face down

On the ground.

Bickering,

Arguing,

But still no solution

Is found.

Crying,

Screaming,

Just to

Be heard.

Flying,

Soaring,

If only

I could be a bird.

Cutting,

Slicing,

Everything

Into tiny bits.

Ranting,

Raving,

With your

Useless little fits.

Blind,

Blind,

You choose

Not to see.

Run,

Run,

From you

I must flee.

 

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