Quickly as a setting sun
Feet flying from the smoking gun
Take to flight to escape the night,
That lingers in your mind.
Running from your own demands,
Loose from the wanting, desperate hands,
They clutch and scrape as you escape,
and crawl into the waiting light.
Pull yourself from your own depression,
Your mind’s constant, haunting obsession,
Look up to see a smiling face,
To take you from your darkest place,
Hide in the light,
Avoid the night,
Until your next possession.
© Hannah Truelove
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