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Running From Myself
In life
My life
The whole idea
Was to look for better
Around every corner
Never settle
For one thing
One type
Or one woman
There must be something better
Waiting for me
Beyond that door
Yes there was
That blank door
A great surprise
A dead end
My running was stalled
It was a trap
Beyond that blank door
Been running too long
Dodging my emotions
A better me
I could not find
But this trap
Has rehabilitated my mind
Myself is what I needed
And running from
Was my tragedy
My life
The whole idea
Was to look for better
Around every corner
Never settle
For one thing
One type
Or one woman
There must be something better
Waiting for me
Beyond that door
Yes there was
That blank door
A great surprise
A dead end
My running was stalled
It was a trap
Beyond that blank door
Been running too long
Dodging my emotions
A better me
I could not find
But this trap
Has rehabilitated my mind
Myself is what I needed
And running from
Was my tragedy
Published 24th Nov 2018
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24th Nov 2018 2:59pm
This reads as indecisiveness to me. I am a make a decision and stick to it type of person.. Never really understood the grass is greener types. Trust your instincts is what i get from this scribe. The tragedy to me is not listening from within. Nice honest poem.
25th Nov 2018 3:02am
Thank you for your honest comment. This perfectly described my old self, why I didn't keep a steady relationship. Now when I make a decision, I stick to it.
