ESCAPISM
Is there anything more lonely
Than being immersed in your own solitude?
Or rather commanded to embrace
Deafening silence, a permanent resident
Alone together in the depths of despair
You desire your world anew, as pure
As the state of dreaming. Confronting
Your memories that are filled with blissful
Agony they are cast aside
Its sky filled with endless euphoria.
The hands of the very
Reality you fled, seek your
Inevitable return.
Anticipating your new domain catches you
Blanketing you in it’s supposed security
You forget to prepare yourself to land.
And there awaits the pair of wicked hands
Snatching you briskly,
As you fall through the mirage.
spoken word:
spoken word:
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