Vacation
Memories have carried me through the years
burden filled tears dreams filled with fears
turn into nightmares and blank stares
swallowing my pride
learning to hide
from the hurt inside
filling a void becoming annoyed
with life and it’s strife
sharp pains shoot through my soul
I can’t control it
so I sit and write my way on a mental vacation
accepting happiness in every place visited
basking in my thoughts like a drug
learning to sweep petty inconsistencies of
life, love and pain under the rug
-Tanya Robinson
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