Escaping Existence

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I want to escape this city.

So I am,



Away from all the cacophonous cars,

Furiously flying through the swamped streets.

Away from the charcoal clouds of smoldering smoke,

Secretly slithering inside my pure pores.

Away from all the thunderous trains,

Radically rattling the ground with their hollering horns and bawling brakes.

Away from the burly buses,

Barbarically bolting like bullets on the rapid roads.

Away from all the soaring structures and behemoth buildings,

Greedily growing like treasured trees so they can reach the sunken sky.

Away from all the people with their opaque opinions,

Resolutely refusing to keep superficial sounds, from spasmodically spewing from their mouths.

Away from all the political polluted noise,

Critically causing my hurting head to want to implode like a barbarous bomb.

And away from the vile voices and thunderous thoughts in my manic mind,

Tragically trying to powerfully pull the noose around my neck.


I want to escape this city,

To a place,



Where the sweet silence sits beside me,

Wrapping its warm, empathetic embrace tightly around my body,

Preventing any negative thoughts from entering my mind.

Where the lush leaves on the tremendous trees sunbathe in the lucent light,

While my lungs drastically drink in their oxygen cocktail.

Where the only sounds I can hear, are seagulls singing,

And waves whispering against the soft sand of the shore.

Where I can watch cotton candy clouds float with the shimmering sun during the day,

And watch the sparkling stars shine like glowing gold coins at night.


I want to escape the city,

To this place,

Where I wish I could stay forever.


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