forced to home

the urge to run

was always

always

there

problem being

I had no place

ideas of where to run to

it seemed every time I turned

each corner held another beast

more unkind eyes & ways

everybody wanted something

with nothing to live for

where I wanted nothing

had something to give

& this need to run to peace

somewhere to sit for a while

catch my breath

find my own thoughts

kept escaping me

as my feet

were forced to home

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