i should sleep
i can't breathe
heart pounds
i thought I was okay
that the shadows are gone
but they still stand
at the edges
stepping closer
hold your breath
a moment too long
that is an escape
i am cold
ice tear runs down
my burning cheek
i should not be here
inconsistent
and unable to escape
too shy to speak
to hurt to breathe
I should sleep.
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Escape
PoetryMy escape made of words. A Collection Of Poetry. Third Place - Pen & Ink Awards
