Poem: Away.

I need to get away

From this storm,

That is now the norm,

Which causes me nothing but

Subtle harm.


I want a place of calm,

To feel safe and warm,

Free from the worms

In human form.


I toil

From dusk till dawn,

But my efforts feel

Feeble and forlorn,


Losing a race

Before it’s even begun.


I need some soothing balm

In the form of kindness,

But not empty charm,

To wipe away my disillusion

With its soft and gentle palm,


To allow the hope

That can feel

Far from home,

Fill my heart unexpectedly,

Like gold discovered

On an abandoned farm.


Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018


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