The fugitive sits in the dark
Trying to level his breathing
He reflects on his life
Had he made better choices
Said no when he was offered the joint
He might not have ended up
In this very room
Running for his life
A life of crime and bitterness
He hears footsteps at the door
He knows they're here for him
But he can't run forever
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Book
PoetrySo, I'm also super into writing poetry. Ive been experimenting with several different styles, and I'm feeling confident enough to post some of my work! The poetry will be about whatever pops into my head. Let me know what you think!
