Imagination

Some days I feel like I am trapped

Inside of a little box

Itching to get out

But I know I can't

No matter how hard I try

So I write

I write that I am in a splendid place

I let my imagination take me far away

To the jungle or the beach

To Italy or New York City

To Paris or Spain

These are all the things that

Will make it seem okay

And when I am finished

I can face the real world again

All because of my imagination

Reviews

[SwampRat]

I don't have that talent, at least not to transport myself to glamorous places to blot out my own meager existence. I tend to relive my life, except of late I am venturing into other directions. Enjoyed your poem and the reason for it. Good on you.

[Rylee S.]

Thank you. :-)

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Yes writing does seem to put me in a better mood sense I can write about anything and therefore be anyone at anywhere. Reading does basically the same thing also.

Good Job