Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Flee - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
This is one of the worst nights.
Wanting to sleep
But deprived of the ability
The natural stimulus to do so.
Perhaps, I should run
Off to nowhere
Have you seen a path so protracted
That it appeared almost endless?
I don’t know what I am doing,
But to run
With no further reason
Just drag these limping, superfluous legs
I will endure the winter
For the winter is my closest friend.
It’s the only option I have.
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