I just want to run—
To flee fast away—
Take flight from the sun
This emaciated day.
To disappear, not hide—
I want nothing to find—
I want day to subside.
Leave me beaten—blind.
I want birth reversed,
My own uterine demise.
I want out—I’m cursed—
I’m too traumatized.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 20, 2026.
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None of us asked to be here we were drafted. We can all quite our resignation papers made of lead or a hemp rope but there is no pension for those that quit and taxation falls on those that stay. A great write Tristan poignant and dark. Well done my friend
So strong and overwhelming to read🕊️🙏🏻
I hear you, been there on days the world seems overwhelming. Your poem centers around feelings of wanting to disappear and escape from the burdens of life. It expresses a desire for a reversal of existence and an end to suffering, highlighting the poet's intense emotional state. I hope this feels goes soon.
Ooh! It'll pass - only a bad hair day. But - a day of hearing things, certain glugs. That'll ruin anyone's day! heehee.
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