The Park


Kept away while the Earth cries,
Swept away from all it's lies.
Not ready to go but it's time to leave,
Already to low to get up and plead.

Made to feel something inside,
Far too real, too much pain to hide.
Not ready to run but my feet won't stay,
Already too done for these birds of prey,

Tied up with knots that won't unwind,
Fed up with cruel dreams acting kind.
Not ready to jump but I won't look down,
All ready to dump everything around.

Look at my hands what they reveal,
Shook by one glance what they conceal.
Not ready to hit what I can't see,
All ready to quit what I can't set free.

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