Gotta Get Away

April 26, 2011
By , Anaconda, MT
My eyes see red.
My heart’s gone cold.
I feel I’m surrounded,
Yet they won’t loosen their hold.

Gone is the child
That I used to be.
It’s time to let go.
I need to be free.

Why should I stay
To suffer this mental torment?
When I can be gone,
Away from this portent.

Oh, to be free!
To choose my own beliefs!
T’would be like the spring wind,
Blowing away all of fall’s dead leaves!

I have a feeling
That I can’t stay.
It’s like a voice whispering,
‘You gotta get away!’

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