Escape
December 11, 2012
What I’ve always done
Is run.
Ironic, because,
I don’t do it well.
Shouldn’t one be good
At something they always do?
I get caught,
I get snared,
I get trapped,
In my mind.
It really isn’t that
Great a place to be.
Ironic, because,
I end up here a lot.
The décor lacks
Any imagination.
I wish to the sky
That I find my true place.
Star light, star bright,
First ball of fire I see tonight
I wish I may, with all my might
Have the wish I wish each night.
Shouldn’t one be good
At something they always do?
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
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