This town’s been dry for too long,
even the pavement seems to welcome the rain.
Somewhere between the car and the front door
something stops me dead in my tracks
and I have to break out of myself and run.
Just run, from everything that’s been said and done,
from this harsh truth I’ve disallowed,
from the knowledge that I have no way out.
The scenery fades and passes away
as I breath in the mistakes
that had been rotting at your door.
This, this is what it feels like to sink through the ground,
to discover just how much I’ve changed
and separated myself from life with lies,
this is what it feels like to soak in the rain
and be left, without hesitation, alone.
It’s in moments like these that I realize
to survive, to just survive,
is not enough.
Author notes
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I never make a sound, who have I become?
It's all wrong... it's just wrong.
Break out the emotion
cause I'm hidden in the clouds
and I can't find my way out.
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another GREAT write.
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in a word SUBLIME.
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Wow, thank you
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Your last lines said it all...
Mearly existing is a fate worse than death.
Very well done my friend
Roses
Raker
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Very true.
I enjoy your comments ^_^ such kind words
Thank you
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