Escape

From TB'S Poetry Book "Disturbances"

T.B. Taylor

I am hallow inside

I cannot exactly tell you why.

I'm a kind of traveler minus a guide.

I'm one to whom all say "good-bye".

It's like all is white,

And I am black;

A black blacker than night

Nights that stars lack.

I am empty all over

Like one blade of grass

When all is clover

Or a stone with magnificent glass.

Please with me stay

Or forever I shall away.

Published by T.B. Taylor

Born Venus Marie Eddy into the common circumstances of parents too young to parent alone, she was presented with great love to the the North Pole, where she was kept from most of the natural experiences of H...  View profile

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