Run

Bars lay siege about the room,

a cubicle,

jail cell,

but I’m not a criminal.

Soaking me in guilt,

macerate me with your worries

about life issues,

finances and bullshit,

like it even matters

you’re just a hypocrite

spending tender like I 

sell my wanderlust

because you built 

these walls around me 

and I’m supposed to call this 

home?

Complaints like avalanches

atop

cascading down,

the rocks hitting me,

all because you 

kicked that pebble 

and I don’t give a single

f**k,

so all I do is run.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Running is all we feel we can do sometimes.. You penned these emotions well..xo

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[Lily Mae]

Your welcome..x

[Tai Ryens]

Sounds alike to an argument between two wed writers. I couldn't help but laugh with glee while dwelling in that thought, you've made my day, Melinda. Well done~

[demureminds]

I wrote it angrily haha, but thank you!