Delusion

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


To climb over fences

And run through buildings we don’t belong.

To drive through the night,

To eat all the junk we can find.

Rebellion,

Freedom,

Anarchy.

It is a youthful feeling –

A dream –

One I anticipated in my innocence

And now find it is a feeling fading fast

Before it could ever truly take hold.


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