Every day
I am swarmed
by fear.
So many fears.
Fears of pain
and death
and isolation.
So in my home
I hide...
behind conversions
behind entertainment
behind a virtual getaway.
I run and hide
because I know what
lies past my walls
above my ceiling
and in the news.
I know of the danger,
the panic,
the reality.
Yet here I sit.
Unable to escape
my very own
haven
of escapism.
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
