Hide.
Hide from what scares.
Hide from those with everything to share.
Hide from those with nothing to bare.
Hide from what peruses us.
Hide from what pursues us.
Hide from what pushes us.
Hide.
Hide we must, hide to survive.
Hide.
Hide from those telling us, “It’s not this, it’s that.”
Hide from their lack of accountability.
Hide from the countless lies.
Hide from the liars. Hide from the insincere criers.
Hide from their delusions.
Hide from their incredulous pollution.
Hide from the innocuous.
Hide from their perilous indecisiveness.
Hide from the mockers.
Hide from the barkers.
Hide from the liars that bind.
Hide from the unrelenting with nothing to fight.
Hide from the unsuspecting.
Hide to survive their lack of retribution.
Hide for the sake of self-preservation.
Hide from the good that costs you your mind.
Hide from the hearts. The hearts with no constitution.
Hide from their existence. Their existence hides from your need for restitutions.
Hide for your existence.
Hide from the evil that subsides.
Hide from the truth.
Hide from the lack of explanation.
Hide from the lack of exploration.
Hide from the naysayers. Hide from, “What difference will it make?”
Hide from those with nothing to say.
Hide from those who say but need to stay at bay.
Hide from everything, some always say.
Hide because everything feels unsafe, some will say then berate.
Hide.
Hide from learning, learning is rarely free.
Hide from the dwindling life, dwindling with little of you to remain.
Hide from pointless living, hide from living without those you love.
Hide from the losses that are irrevocable, hide from the inconsolable.
Hide.
Hide or fly. Fly with wings too punctured for life.
Hide from the wingless, the wingless recruiters.
Hide from the wingless shooters.
Hide or dive, dive to avoid the bullets of their putrid minds.
Hide from the rotted. Hide before you become their garbage.
Hide from the unavoidable. Hide from human filtration.
Hide while you can.
Hide until you can’t.
Hide, no one really can.
Hide anyway.
Hide.
About the Creator
Andrew Dominguez
Greetings! My name is Andrew Judeus. I am an NY-based writer with a passion for creating romantic narratives. Hopefully my daily wanderings into the land of happily ever after will shed some light into your life. Enjoy!
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very nice Andrew