Finding Peace

October 21, 2011
By Anonymous

Through the new fallen snow I trudge,
Trying not to hold a grudge
Against the things that I most fear.
I just want to get out of here.
I’m caught in the recesses of my mind
Waiting for something to sneak up behind.
My breathing shallow, my heartbeat steep,
Wishing I could just fall asleep.
I’m trying to outrun my past,
But I know it cannot last.
The only peace I’ll find is death,
The only peace I’ll find is death.



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