David Bilsborrow and Cheryl Bilsborrow

Sunday, 19 April 2009

Poem of the Week

ESCAPE ITS NEVER TO LATE

You sit by the bar
Aware of your fate
Scared by your feelings
Tortured by your pain
I can only hold you
I can call your name
I can love you
But i can’t take your journey, in the main
Long days and long nights all merge into one
As you hit the bottle to scared to run
One day you will find the door
Through which you will depart
I may be the door man
But you can not wait
You should and need
“To escape”.

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