Who’s that creeping on my rear end? Pulling me back?
I can feel the dreadful tug when it pulls at my back.
I walk heavy but it tip toes silently walking behind me.
I’m loud but I silently hope it doesn’t find me.
The deafening silence doesn’t belong to a stranger.
This outlander of the unknown is certainly homegrown.
I’ve known this thing for years. It’s history brings me to tears.
I try to run from it but all of my brokenness comes from it.
May the strength in my legs take me away to a better day.
Let freedom spring me free from this follower stalking me called yesterday.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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