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short

As my eyelids close.

My mind unfolds.

Running away is not being free.

I shouldn't have to hide to be me.

Blink and think to finally see.

A bunch of hurt brainwashed souls.

Its almost contagious to fold.

I'll seek a cure, and cling to something pure.

Before the night turns into a blurr.

 

Reviews

[the in between]

Very introspective and self-aware. It seems as though the narrator is finally awaking from a deep sleep or something like that. He sees hurt brain washed souls and wants to find a cure before he forgets? I don't get the line: Its almost contagious to fold. Like it's too contagious to stop? Great write though Damien.

[Desert Dreamer]

Much truth here...Why do we often have to run and hide in order to be our true selves...a flaw in our culture. Excellent poem.

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Love this it's so poetic and wonderful.
No, no one should have to run away from themselves,
The only thing you are going to find is you in the end.
You can't run away from yourself.
This is wonderful.