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Nowhere to hide

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

It is time

Running out

I must leave

To survive.

Muddle in my mind

Running around

Never resting…

Sitting

Thinking too much

Darkness creeps in

On unsuspecting mind

Too busy to see

It’s too late for escape

It was inevitable

And unavoidable

Destiny comes too fast

It’s here…

Oh no!

Busy, don’t have time,

Destiny must wait

How long?

Till I can’t anymore

Till my demise is met

Where to?

Must go, no time to waste

Must go before it

Catches up…

© 2019 Wendy Engela

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