Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
I never fully get a break
From trying to escape

I let loose with my words
But sometimes it never works

I’m never not alone
There’s no place called home

All this pent up frustration
means there’s no vacation
From all these feelings
imperfectstranger
Written by
imperfectstranger  F/better
(F/better)   
647
         Surbhi Dadhich, Traveler and France
Please log in to view and add comments on poems