There is no escaping it.

A poem I wrote for a very important lady from my past.
I hope you enjoy reading it let me know in the comment section what you think about it ok…Thank You.

Rhyming, abuse, strength, escape.

No one knows.

Two people running from society.

Mother,daughter and father.

A mind alone has time to think, to believe, to plan, but no time to escape.

Perhaps some truth is uncovered finally, hopefully it will help me find peace.
~R.A.H.~

A struggle in the years of a teenager – The bigger picture always blurred. Tunnel vision.

This is a continence from Angel With The Demon Eyes.