Away

I can see it
Slipping away
My only chance
Of getting away

I can feel it weigh
I can't get away
So much. So much to say
I wish... it weren't this way

This is the bed that I made
These are choice that I make

I dug my hole
I've sold my soul
It's so. It's so cold
To much for me to hold
I can't console. It all unfolds
I have no where else to go

It is the life I choose
Why... I am so confused
Call it blues, I've hung
My noose

Jackie Gunnin

December 21st, 2016