But occasionally something knocks on your heart
It quietly taps away
One simple, haunting word
Escape
It's consuming your mind
It makes you think about yourself
just once
It makes you long for something different
You must escape
Because every day is an ache
A miserable ache
A foot in the sand,
dragging along
, refusing to be pulled
Like the tantrums of a small child
Everyday seems the same
Boring, dull, mechanic
You long for that feeling of excitement
But you won't find it in the choir of empty bottles scattered amongst the scrunched up pants and ripped shirts
Or the smoke swirling and rising curling it's ends
Reaching towards the sky
Away from you
Away from everyone
They're all trying to escape
Once the thrill dies down and that murderous pain intrudes your head
The fun is over
The cat is dead
The cake is finished, consumed
It's over and you're still tired
Left with nothing, no one
You've cheated yourself
And all for the memories of a good time that you can't even remember
Is it really worth it?
To be consumed by products
, is that your way of escape?
Because to me, you're running in circles
You're chasing a tail and it's not even there.
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Escape: A Collection of Poems
General FictionI love the mystery of poetry. How it can be so simple and yet so confusing. I love how people can spend months picking apart the pieces, trying to digest what is being said. Poetry is important. Sometimes things are best said in only a few short sen...
