Poetry

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I'm tired of using poetry as my escape,

No matter how many times I escape I have to come back to face reality,

I never felt so alone in my life , but poetry always seem to comfort me,

It's like when I start to write I get wrapped up in a fatherly hug that I never felt before,

When I hear the words of one's poetry, I feel so enlighten that those words are for me ,

Those words give me the strength to keep on pushing,

Poetry is starting to consume my life, it's my family

I find the love and the care that I want within poetry,

This is something I love and it loves me back,

I'm not hurting anymore when I write but the pain comes back when I'm finished,

Poetry can't be my escape forever cause no matter what I'll always have to come back to reality,

I hate facing the real world but I also hate running from it,

I want to actually feel someone's arms wrapped around me instead of just these words I write,

The powerful words speak volumes to my soul and I don't want to let go,

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 29, 2014 ⏰

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