Posted on Apr 12, 2012


He went away far
From what he knew
To escape his past
To escape his blues

New roots to sow
Far from city life
Where different rivers flow
Away from the back-stabbers knife

Happy he was for a while
New things did he see
He had a broad new smile
He finally felt free

But then it started again
Old routines did fall
Who was he to pretend
To blank the echoes call

Posted in: Poetry