fugitive
Put all my belongings on the lawn.
Give it away until it's all gone.
Take one last look before I walk away.
Never to think of it after today.
Shut it out. File it away in my mind.
It'll still surface from time to time.
Disguise myself and hide my tracks,
in due time I may be able to relax.
Deep in regret, inside I feel hollowed.
Paranoia sets in, I think I'm being followed.
Time ceases to exist, when you break the rules.
Metal bracelets really aren't the finest of jewels.
I hide in my mind and pretend to be a stranger.
Always staying one step ahead of the rescue ranger.
My mind plays tricks when I'm in the dark all alone.
Just wishing somewhere out there I have a clone.
Maybe they'll find her and point their finger.
I wonder how long my fantasies will linger?
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01 20 2011.
Very well done. I love it. A
Very well done. I love it. A good way to consider what it is like to be on the lam. My only question is; why did you start out with quatrains and then end with a six line stanza? Doesn't quite fit. Am I missing something?
01 20 2011.
sorry, I don't really have a
sorry, I don't really have a simple answer for your question. When I write it's almost like giving birth to an idea, it usually comes unexpected and it is what it is. Any poem I have ever written is hardly edited by me. So, there is really no reason for the awkwardness and I suppose that is why I joined this site to get a better understanding of how others perceive my work- I have never shared my work before and this poem was actually written about a decade ago. Even more hilarious is if you just wrote the word "quatrains" with out putting it in a sentence, I wouldn't have even known what it meant hahaha. But thank you for your input Neb, I truly respect & appreciate it!! :)