High and away we fly,
Soaring in the bright blue sky.
Running away from our past,
Away from our homes we were cast.
Our lives have been stolen,
And we were left mourning.
All our loved ones fallen,
Leaving us dull and mourning.
Yet we grow back stronger,
But still run away farther.
Hey! This poem was inspired by some graffiti I say in Chicago on the side of a train. It said 'Escape your past, don't make it last.' Amazing how it gave me such a lightbulb. Peace out! Happy New Year!!
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PoetryThese poems are just little pieces that I write from everyday things that inspire me. Music, billboards, graffiti, it goes on and on. Hope you enjoy!
