Escapism
I have an addiction to escaping reality,
Creating a world hidden from Truth's raging sea.
Watching on the sidelines the collapse of the bourgeoisie,
Safe in my bubble from the fruit of the poisonous tree.
Sheltered from the lottery for Death's annual nominee,
Secure from society's war on authenticity.
Content in my ivory tower as a refugee,
Because with the perils of the world survival is no guarantee,
So here I am locked away with no return key.
In my world there isn't a mean high school queen bee,
A frequent wave of inequality and police brutality,
Or trouble in the family tree.
Because my world is full of bel esprits,
A world that celebrates creativity and originality.
Compared to the reality, a figment of my imagination is a cup of tea,
How it's come to that is the biggest tragedy.
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𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I don't really know what to do with so I've decided to turn them into a random poetry book on here :) read at your own discretion - some of the poems talk about mental health and eating disorders and all that so just...
