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My Escape

by Jennifer L Banks

Today is impossible. I feel trapped.
Nothing went well, things need to be re-wrapped.
Nothing is planned except my mood roars.
"It's not that time" I say this as my emotion soars.
Someone yells gruffly and I fall into tears.
I hear my grandfather,
distant memories of him forever cloud my childhood.
Yelling about things that are so trivial.
My body as usual, feels so brittle.
I feel the need for food, to stuff it, I pout.
I feel the mood to run, not tough it out.
A dozen tears fall down.
I glare at my wallet and frown.
Planning my escape, I call it.
I grab the leash and call the dog.
My mind seems forever in it's fog.
Don't you ever wish to run, I don't know where.
I feel the need for someone, anyone....to care.


Posted on 07/12/2010
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by John Smith on 07/12/10 at 02:40 AM

I like this. It evokes feeling.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/12/10 at 01:17 PM

I love the simplicity of the language. It gives the whole thing a very sharp sense of honesty.

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