Poetic Escape

This is my world;
The world where words tell much more than actions.
Where emotion means more than reality.

This is where life is told by complex lines of metaphors, imagery, and personification.
The life where we suffer, anguish, and bleed
It's how we develop. It's how we grow
Into the plant that gives good fruit to others
For the fruit we bare isn't rotten, but it's fresh

There's no escape from hell
But in heaven, there's an escape from life
In which we all call hell

This is our world. You are welcome to stay
Enjoy the awe as you read along with me
For this will be an escape...
A poetic escape