Poetry · Writing

white flag over apartment 329

i caught myself

from a burning feeling,

something similar

as running away

from a place you called home.

sometimes you have no choice

when everything is crumbling

holding onto those few things

that keeps you on this earth

but you can’t-

the smoke was thick that night

waved like a flag in the night

as if it was surrendering.

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