Runaway
How does an orphan
Vocally display the need
to runaway
What it's like throwing a
coin into a wishing well
Too curse a spell
Grow not skin but shell
Seek the face of one's mother
In every single damming crowd
Never destined to find
Walk emotionally blind and love less
As comfort less as a sleeping bag
At the bottom of a concrete step
on a hailstorm mattress
And worst of all feel it's somehow
your own fault
Surely i must have done something
wrong in order to deserve this
As not even life itself wishes
me nor my stolen tossed coin well
As still it remains laying rusting
green in a Roman fountain bath
Green with envy yet eternally blue
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