Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 08, 2022

Escape

 I needed to get away,

in any way that I could, 

upon the tears I floated

as I said goodbye for good.


Anxiety had surfaced

the fear had set on in. 

How could I leave behind?

that which lives deep within. 


I tried to accept the inevitable 

like the stars of the night sky, 

knowing that where I travel

your hand is there in mine. 



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