Poetry · Writing

getaway

i can’t stop the shaking,

the feeling of giving up

dropping everything

& start anew.

somewhere where no one knows

anything, where i can build,

somewhere quiet,

it won’t stop the shaking

it’ll be back the next day

maybe a month from now

but that time

sounds perfect

Poetry · Writing

jail cell

can’t be the breaker of chains

when your own dreams keep you bolted down

masking your insecurity with fools gold power

got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost

to let you free;

but you’ll be here in the morning

with a new plead you can try to be free

from your own self pity

let the world come to you

the power will only keep you here