By Ashley O’Hare
I ran away from my problems
and ended up at square one.
I have bled out for too long—
hope is too far gone.
My legs refuse to take me farther,
so it is time to turn around
and brace myself for the impact
of every dark, harsh fact.
All of my issues have grown louder
in the extended chase.
They unplug my ears,
guaranteeing every detail, I hear.
They have no regard for my tears.
They take pride in my pain
for they are at the core,
but I was the one to start the war.