i could wander back into the arms of my family
who want to control me
keep me tied down
make me hate myself for everything i ami could run back to days of vodka
my insides rotting behind closed doors
a blank sky serving as the only witness to my filthor i could what i need to do
going back isn't a legitimate optioni'm smoking cigs and joints with kids who know
without words leaving the tip of my tonguethere is no one to stop me from anything
i am released
and i'm terrified
YOU ARE READING
long gone (save me from this hell)
Poetryquatervois. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoet #3 in spokenword #3 in prosepoetry seventh poetry collection (2024)