The Escape Poem by Robert Trew
The Escape
They would all say slow down
Haven't you had enough?
I look on with a frown
Are you kidding? I am tough.
On the inside I was weak
Hiding from reality
Turning into a freak
Dying from self brutality
In a search for happiness
Would I find it?
I will take a guess
My mind was split
Searching for a answer
I'm not ready to quit.
I'm not exactly sure of the context. So that leaves me a little blind. But this read is fast and furious, it could be war. GW62
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