HIDEOUTS AND SWAN SONGS

Pulling the covers
Over my head
They won’t see me…
Will they think
I’ve gone or dead?
Finding still
The wonderful
Solitude it brings
Hiding away from
Unpleasant things

Those who bring me down
Won’t see me around
Don’t I wish it was
Not still thus…
But running away?
Still haven’t…even
To this day…
Maybe it’s finally time
It’s not right right here
And will never be

Arrivederci!

© 2016 Robert Mihaly
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