MY EMPTY ESCAPE
MY EMPTY ESCAPE
TORN IN PAIN
BLLINDED WITH CONFUSION
ALLL I SEE IS PURE ILLUSION
SHELTERED WITH THE SHADOW OF THE PAST
CURIOUSTY SNEEKS ON ME AND HOLDS ME PRISNOR
WHERE DO I TURN FOR PEACE
NOTHINGS LEFT OF COMFORT
I CLOSE MY EYES TO ESCAPE OF PAIN .TEARS, LIFE
TO ESCAPE ME
HAUNTED IN MY DREAMS
TORTURED AWAKE
KNOWING ITS REAL
IMMORTAL SCARS THAT DIE INSIDE YOU WITH OUT A GRAVE
THAT RELIVE IN A MEMORY THAT CAN NOT FADE
MY EMPTY ESCAPE
Noetic-fret!
Tue 5th Mar 2013 21:18
Hello Hidden Girl,
I have read all your works this month, and all of them have touched me. I have read many poets in here since coming here in 2007, there have been some good ones and some good tryers. I think my work meanders between the two. However, of the many poets of whose work I have read, your words come closest to reminding me of myself. I can really identify with your poetry, and I know full well heartache and pain. I know it's difficult in this world, particularly when parameters of life seem geared up to give you a bashing. Just know hidden girl that you're not alone in your pain and although some poets write many a mundane work, i think your words resemble a lot of what people feel. You shouldn't stay hidden but there, you have your reasons. I say this because you should be expressing your work to many 'out there.' Because many find it difficult to truly say what they mean whereas your work, as i have said earlier; resembles how many people feel.
Nice work, truly understandable in this world.
Stay well, be encouraged to write more and know, around the corner there may be a spring and a summer for you.
Best wishes,
Mike
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