People who run away from themselves
Where do they go?
The Journey Within
That never ends.
A quest to find answers
That should have no questions.
Or should they?
Weary travellers on a unknown path
To find a newborn king or queen.
Part 2:
We travel from place to place,
Seeking new sights and faces.
But often we miss what's near,
The people who love us so dear.
We run from problems inside,
Hoping new scenes will provide
The answers we failed to find,
Within our own restless mind.
But miles between cannot part
What haunts the wary heart.
People who run away from themselves,
Where do they go?
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Will Shimnom Simon
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It’s not like I can avoid them. They taunt me from the front of my local fruit and veg grocer, their dimpled waxy peel catching the light as if to say nice to see you again, Sunny like some off-colour joke. A bunch of bananas poke holes in the biodegradable bag while I sweep the back shelves for this week’s food. I notice the oranges from the corner of my eye and feel my stomach turn. Looks like oranges aren’t on the menu anymore, either.
By Eloise Robertson 3 days ago in Fiction
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Peace can be a journey. Love the message in the poem.