There is one place of total privacy
To which you can escape and hide away
Your imagination. Avoiding piracy
Your fears, for a while; you can alay
Saturday 11th April 2015 6:23 am
Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,
covered by life bearing soil
The life in which he ponders how he missed.
His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away
Into the clouds
This is where they remain
For a time that seems ever too short.
Hoping to never return
To his sad reality.
He can't escape.
Sunday 29th March 2015 12:09 am
They came back
But the fantasy was gone
They were alive only at night
Frightened of daylight
Moon captured them as the stars
If you saw the stars tonight
They were my dreams once
Now all I have is ashes
Not from smoked cigarettes or burned houses
But from my bones
What became broken
While my heart was trying to escape.
Friday 20th February 2015 9:49 pm
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