The Escapist - Poem by Marcus Dandridge
they're coming for me,
i've got to make a break
my heart beats faster each second
my adrenaline is pumping I recon
out of all options, no where to run
at the rate i'm going, i'm done.
I got to keep pushing and rolling
i'm in the deep, and to me it's holding,
hard to break free, hard to get loose,
i'm targeted in the winter like a goose.
Differentiating the truth from the lies,
but alas, everything unravels, as daylight dies.
Vexation is a foot, and it shows no mercy,
just as bad as death, and as dark as chocolate, hershey.
And every breath I take, I go on by and by,
but as I jump off this cliff, I spread my wings and fly.
I soar, and prevail above all haters,
because I know they all will make me greater!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
that really describes how I feel about life. The only reason I wrote this is because of trials I have going on in my life right now.
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