Sometimes
I wish I could
disappear
into the great beyond.
Sometimes
I feel it would be better
to escape to
the cosmos.
Sometimes
I want to fly away,
far away,
in a rocket ship
so I could visit the stars.
Visit firey balls of gas that burn so hot they force atomic change.
Fly away,
many galaxies away,
in a rocket ship
so I could visit new planets.
Fly away,
far away
from here.
This is truely
the loneliest
planet.
This is truely
the loneliest
galaxy.
This is truely
something I imagine
leaving.
Sometimes.
With a fish bowl
on my head,
and tin foil
on my arms,
my hands graze the carefully labelled controls:
Handle with care.
Because
sometimes
I wish I could
escape
in a rocket ship,
fly far away,
far away
from the
loneliest
place.
Because
sometimes
I wish I could
be happy
again.
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I'm Fine
PoetryA bunch of depressing poems. Don't read them if you don't want to know about my dark side. Update: Oooooh so edgy, Finn
