In the crowed city of London
A life of right and wrong
There is always a place I can escape to
Where no one else can find me
My own little world no one else's
Deep in the forest
So far in that the birds are too scared to sing
That the only thing still lurking is your shadow
Willows drape down their branches trying to grab you
The damp floor covered in layers of leaves and vines
A cold wind blows by sending a healthy shiver up my spine
To most this is a nightmare
To me It's my own wonderland
A place were my thoughts can roam free
Where I'm the one in control
It's my heaven even though it almost screams hell
The point is It's a place that will accept me
Protect me from the harsh truth I refuse to believe in
In a world like this sometimes you just need to get away
Curled up in a good book or going to the movies
For me It's this
If I could I'd stay here forever
Sadly reality as other plans for me
My future is set
Weather I like it or not I must accept that
But nothings says I can't escape once in a while
No matter what this place will always be here
I'll make sure of that
If this place disappears so will I
If someone takes this place away from me
I promise that will be the last thing they ever do
I'll make sure no one else dares touch my sanctuary
My second home
My escape
YOU ARE READING
My book of poems
PoetryThis is just a random book full of my poems that I wrote myself, Its really just something my best friend forced me to do but I hope you like them.
