"An alternative route,
A detour," he said.
A place to stop by,
A place to rest
The unrest.

As I walked to stop
It rained.
It poured.
There is no way
To combat the clouds
Of Heaven.
Or, Hell?

"Pass Away," she said.
Leave it out
Of mind
And sight.

It gets easy
To close your eyes
And act like
The blind.

It gets easy
To burrow underground
To hide
And escape.

It gets hard
To take
The same route
Again.


***


I want to fly away without having to take public transport. HAHA.