The wind blowing in my face
As it erases the scars and bruises on my face
That were made by you
A tear running, down my face
As I’m running,
away from you
The wind taking me away from this awful place with its forc
As I’m riding my horse
To get far far
away from you
My head jerks, from the force of the wind blowing in my hair
I fall gently
With a force of anger
That sets me on fire and gets me
away from you
Now my body is gone
And away from you
As a flame sparks
Then sets me free
from you
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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