Bulrush
Utter abhorrence for this race,
Sanity screams for a safer place.
In a standstill, life passing by,
Submerged into reality; down from my high.
It is for me you have come,
Inexhaustible love that will take me home.
Familial promises to never let them down,
Candle flickering; time to leave this town.
How quickly will you run away?
Breaking down my pride, in need of you to stay.
Grasping my fist, releasing my fingers’ curls;
I learned to accept this race; boys and girls.
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