Abused


		Let me walk alone awhile.
		I grow tired of the petty personal problems
		Experienced by those around me.
		I find my temper shortening,
		I am frightened by the lack of thought before action:
		Exhibited by others,
		Now by me.

		This constant conflict between others
		Draws in my attention and swallows me.
		I become violent.
		I must escape! 
		I run.
		I slow to a walk.
		A walk alone.
		I walk alone,
		Awhile.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke

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