Escapism is an art that man has mastered,We cling to it like the addiction it is,
But what are we attempting to escape?
Which lurking demons on the path of existence are we trying to outrun?
Is it the lingering nostalgia that becomes overbearing?
Or the nightmares that hold us captive?
Making man resort to one of the insurmountable cages of escapism.
We seem to have delved into the deathly waters of avoidance,
Fleeing into the embrace of diversions,
That provides temporary entertainment,
Illusionising that the devils of our past have dissolved.
Escapism is but a poisonous distraction,
A bittersweet illusion.
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FLAMING MELANCHOLY
PoetryFLAMING MELANCHOLY Wisps Of Passion. An anthology of poems comprising of diverse topics/themes. It intricately articulates various predicaments/scenes and feelings. Each poem evokes depths of several emotions. Get intertwined with each syllable an...