Category : Poems

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I've searched for this in every excursion. I've eloped at the alter so many times. Packing my bags like a wild man. 
Scram.
My coattail flew behind me as I shut the door and ran for my soul in the hills. Once a dirty child desperately cutting fields, eluding his abuser. 
Now a man searching for the rainbow road in his gloomiest chapter. 
I held tight to the wheel hounding the road like I had everything to lose. My foot against the gas; unmoving. And down the road I'm gone tryna find that place my soul must've died. Waiting to be unearthed again. I scour like a wild thing. 
I, a tiger.