Get Out of Here by Reisa L. Gerber

Get out of Here

The violet, silver sunset,
Brought moonshie to the sky,
And I watched the stars come out,
In a deep blue velvet sky
As the nightbird called an end tothe bright array
Of sunshine-
I stood alone at dusk, and I began to cry.
In somber tones of chestnut, a weight upon my
Back-
I contemplate escape from the pain of
Grayand black
I saw an aura-
I thought of where I was, and I saw the sun's
Decline-
And I could only say "Give in" to defeat at
Any time.
But an attitude of whiteflagged surrender
don't give in, Reis!
Is Debt at any cost
The struggle to succeed is gargantuan
But "it's poshbull", all is not lost
I told myself, "Hey, Reisa, you can do it"
Yes, you can.
For everyone to hear.
I'd give every drop of that moonshine-
To just "Get out of Here!"