Poetry

Trying

to block it all out as the noise is just too much for me.

I used to enjoy these moments but nothing I do now makes me found them even pleasant.

I try to block out the thoughts of that place that robbed me of my happiness.

I know I can only survive if I stop letting it in and live like it doesn’t exist.

I no longer care for this place and so I’m running and when it’s time.

I will do what I have to do, not walk through those doors because of them.

I will walk in because I need something but, I will be free of them for good.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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