some use drugs, to numb the thoughts in their heads, their grinds,
to drive away demons of the past, the memories that last, to find their Elysium,
close doors on their histories, their stories, to feel oblivion.
Escape, the prison of the mind, its walls so high, holds us in place,
some turn to drink, to cleanse the fragile state, clear their slate, to erase,
the doubts, hurt we caused ourselves and others,
the lies, the hate and rage, the cries late at night, save us,
Escape, a room with no doors no windows, a dark gloom,
some use work, swapping one cell for another,
give no time to others, to give their worth to bosses,
never given the praise, just to be away from their losses,
Escape, we all have ways to break from our days,
for some its sex, go from one lover to another,
never giving in to emotion or feelings just using to be free,
to feel some worth, never realising it is all within,
the path exists for us all, just find it to begin,
we all search for our drug, to run, to get out, to blank our stays,
if you look inside there is still good, it resides, it gains, always,
live with it, love it and face it, this life can be a hit,
instead of seeking escape, lets embrace it.
Thanks for reading.
kyle.(The writer of words)
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