I have to extricate myself from you
In my sadness
From your booze
And my drugs
And this noose I've been killing my self with
I have to go
I must leave
God I want to run
And be gone already
I want to hide indoors
I want to sink into this hole
I want to must go
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
PoezjaMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
