The Only Place I Know
When he was younger
When he ran through the streets
After adventure
Not away from
Officials
Life was pure
And he was
Innocent
The whistle blows
This is no dream.
He is jerked back to reality
Forced to blink into
The brightness of life
And the pain of realization.
Jack was a child no longer.
He was grown
And he was living in
The real world
The coldness of night
The embrace of a woman
The chastise of failure.
Things he didn't know
Before age.
Things he wish
He never grew to know.
Even women.
Especially women.
The boys think he's strong
He thinks he's a pretender
Hiding behind the mask of bravery.
The lie
The façade
Of bravery.
He lied to the only people
In the world
Who could keep him going,
His boys
His newsies.
The only people he felt like he belonged with
Were the only people who lived in his pain.
Pull me out
Begged Jack
Deliver me from here
Truthfully,
That was all he wanted in the world:
To leave the only place he had ever felt
Loved.
End
((These chapters really have nothing to do with the chapter before them. I just post them as I write them so they're all over the field.))
Shoutouts for Depression:
C.M. Higgins—I hope you enjoyed that as much as you enjoyed Depression
Strawberri Shake—The beret thing wasn't a poem really, it was more of just the ramblings of me. But thanks though, I can write poetry when I'm not even trying.
Vacant Skies—Yeah, I'm not sure where that quote thing came from. I've never been depressed in my life; I'm a very cheerful person.
Erin Go Bragh—Wow, that quote has made quite the impact. (muses) I'm good at writing about things I don't know about.
