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I’ll run away tonight from you
I’ll pack up bags so silently
That nothing of my passing shall
Even whisper on the breeze
I’ll travel through the darkest hues
Through quiet streets I’ll steal away
And you will never raise your head
Nor for a moment shall thought stray
To where I run and where I’ve bled
To where I run away

I’ll slip your noose this night indeed
My shackles broken with such stealth
No sound, no motion can betray
Or signal as I quick retreat
The suburbs stream behind me now
The distant climes of city scapes
Send special signals as my guides
To save me from the worst mistakes
And lead you to my cruel escape
To where I may escape

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Escape

  1. That is one eerie picture. Really sets a mysterious mood for the poem.

  2. Dark and eerie for your final poem for NaPoWrMo. Congrats on that accomplishment.

  3. Skye says:

    I agree…dark…eeeeerie….and well done (as always) πŸ™‚

  4. Oh! There is an emotional darkness to it… Beautifully portrayed. πŸ™‚

  5. Excellent Helen, loved it all.

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