Window Pains
drawn from black lit nightmares
I blindly wake from slumber
imagining it was you that knocked
and broke in through the window
it rattles through my clouded mind
that all is not as it seems
I run from day to day through night
holding your hand in my dreams
instead of a mediocre walking pace
I will run not to be chased
to stay; keep pain and bear shame
to leave and feel nothing of crocodile tears
© CäT_BÿRD
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