Walking

away, i hope he stops me,
seeking freedom in pain,
journey for nigh, resolute,
musting to witness and coerce;

slowly, i hope he chases me,
fleeing in security yet,
tremble these legs, gauche,
knowing to be and crying;

alone, i hope he finds me,
numbing and lost to all,
regrets cut scars, deep,
wishing to dream and failing.

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