Beside the fire, I begin to think, of my past so far in life, it makes my heart sink, knowing I could've done better, and really should of withstood the pressure.
But now I'm away, out in the wild, feeling secluded, I feel I'm progressing everyday, releasing my inner child, now that I don't feel as misguided, as I was back home, now I'm free, even if I'm alone, at-least now I can sleep.
I hear the birds sing, each day that I awake, in the cold, crisp morning, I have one important mate, a rat named Donnie, who's my only buddy, out here in this place, where I have the freedom to roam around at any pace, I can't go home, as back there, I'll still be alone.
I think of all the times I cried, and wished that I had died, but now I'm free, I'm as happy as can be, shame that I haven't had any contact, from friends or family, but would I really want that? I doubt they are missing me.
If you want to escape, to get out of your own place, do it quick, without having a think, you wouldn't regret it, it's a shame, that I haven't really done it, and still feel all the pain.
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PoésieA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
