Escapism is a fun way to ignore your problems.
Imagining someone loves you for who you are,
Being able to actually sew up those hems,
The edges fray, but you are far.
Far in your mind, a distant land,
A land hidden in the quiet closet.
The closet from your mothers land,
The mother who keeps you far in your mind.
Is that the hem you want to sew up?
The one you can only imagine sewing?
But every dinner, all you can do is take a sip from your cup!
Sewing is too hard anyway, you're not even trying.
So you sit in your closet, and imagine sewing it over.
You rehearse your lines in your head too many times,
And approaching your mother you switch the topic to dinner.
"What's for dinner? Will we be using those limes?"
Now you're regretting not saying anything.
But all you'll do is sit in your closet and hope for things to change,
Without doing anything to change this habit of regretting.
Maybe the goal really is out of my range.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that keep me up at night, written into poetry. I would like to say I am no expert at poetry, never have and probably never will be. So most of these are probably pretty bad. I just want to write out my thoughts with the possibility of someo...
