Escape. Poem by gabby chamberland

Can't show weekness
not a sliver of defeat
because when backs are turned
what was thought to be passed
will sink in its claws
and tighten its grasp

The punctured skin
causes walls to cave in
making the world turn colder
and not even a cold sholder
to rest this head
or a pill
to help put this burden to bed

Running from the past
afraid of coming in last
and a bullet
ensuing persuite
acuracy accute
a skellletons marksmen will shoot

Pick up the speed
head for the gate
away from feeling irate
twards a state
of mind
which is much more kind
to body and sole

Make me whole