Run

I'd rather immerse myself

Into another

Than face myself sometimes

Then I pick my head up

And wonder why

I allowed myself to  drown

For so long

The world so beautiful

It's colors so bold

Differences so unique

But its tragedies

I cannot look away

It is all I want to do

And soon enough someone else

Blocks my view

I thought it was me

No,

I'm running from a torturous reality

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I feel that way often. I suppose the only consolation is that the world has always been like this in one way or another. But progress does seem sometimes to be retrospective
A GOOD WRITE.