Escape

Escape

A Poem by Martha Elizabeth

At 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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Added on September 7, 2017
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Tags: drug, escape, pain, dark, depression

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Martha Elizabeth
Martha Elizabeth

Montreal, Canada



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