EscapeA Poem by Martha ElizabethAt this street corner with brisk wind brushing against my skin, Left with these torturous thoughts that come from within. I hear the engine fill the silence from the end of the street Here I am once again wanting to flee
You all warmly welcome me when you see me Shouldn’t this make me feel worthy? But it’s funny how I could be surrounded by familiar faces yet
feel so alone As we cruised along the deserted road, Melancholic sounds soothed my soul, Offering me a temporary exit out of this hole
This was my escape. This old record tape with words I could relate to my inner state
of self-hate. Yet I needed something more to alleviate this pain
As I see them passing around the joint, I ask myself what’s the point. One hit. Two hits. Three hits, four. What harm could do a couple more? Five. Six. I’ve turned into something I can’t fix… © 2017 Martha Elizabeth |
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1 Review Added on September 7, 2017 Last Updated on September 7, 2017 Tags: drug, escape, pain, dark, depression Author
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