Running from the past
Relief from these nightmares never last
Visions of that place dance through my mind
And I know I'm running out of time
I can run, but I can't hide
From the darkness inside
A hollowed out soul
Tired and cold
Now the memories are catching up
And I pray they don't swallow me up
And bring me back to that place
I tried to escape
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
