Free, Me.

Poems

I close my eyes and find I’m running again.

Away from all of his shit and away from him.

Once again.

I haven’t run this road in a short but long while.

I’ve just been sitting still, without my real smile.

In denial.

Why is he still here and she is gone?

Tortuously us, just lingering on.

It’s wrong.

Drowning himself — drowning me —

Beneath the garbage and alcohol and weed.

He’s diseased.

Take yourself down, but leave me be.

Go away! Far away, so I can be free.

Free me.

Set me free! Please. 🙏

•CJE•