Away

By Juan Cadena

I close my eyes and see me standing far away.

Away from school, cities, highways, and people.

A place where you can run, scream, laugh, and cry

A place where no one will find you.

At the bottom of the lake with a cinder block

Tied at your feet not putting up a fight

Sinking to the bottom of grief and sorrow

Hoping you’ll see tomorrow

Hoping, praying, and begging for an easy exit

But that’s the thing life is filled with beautiful thing

People choose not to see it or ignore

So swim faster than the cinder block can

That drags you down to sorrow and grief

You will see tommorow.