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| the_waiting_escape by Stephen Dabrowski |
ESCAPE.
I want to leave here.
I started to be unjust,
to peg and hurt thee with nails,
because only then, I can
mindful to remain.
No longer covered
by the ordinary logic,
eradicated from ground,
I walked reversely
only for thy sake.
Guess I could escape
from my so devastating,
anarchist autonomous
self, if I will mentally
try to murder thee.
Futile ... Do not smile!
Often thou rose in me from
the dead, but perhaps this cycle
of the seasons let me indeed
survive through the loss...
I want to take back
my carelessness, my laughing,
my deferred, belated, unbound
adolescence, thou hast stolen
from me only as a loot.
I will revenge the
time, which misconducted me,
it gave me, what it promised
for my living's beginning,
prosperously in the end.
