Escapism

Gone are the Days

gone are the days when I’d welcome meteorites
with an open heart
so that
they could warm it for a while
for they have gathered and gathered
on
top
of
each
other
and now
all I have are rocks
d
..r
….a
……g
……..g
……….i
…………n
…………..g
…………….me
down.

and I gasp for air.
but…?
nothing
seems to ease my mind
I have specks of polluted rocks
on my brain
help.

falling stars, indeed
I lose control
my body falls to the ground
dragged by an
eviscerated heart.

there goes my
hope I
am cold
shivers go down
my spine
who knew
this is what
escapism
brings along.

don’t go hugging meteorites. they’re cold.

We turn to colourful screens
Which show the lives we want,
To lend us a helping hand
In forgetting the lives
We have out here.

We drink in all that fantasy,
And, wanting to escape
Our cruel realities,
The static and the pain,
We choose to dream.

We let them choose our dreams
For us. We yearn for all those lies,
Because what else is left
For us to do?
Confront reality?
Oh no…
That hurts too much already…

But are they truly lies?
They’re better when it comes
To comforting us.
This love
Cannot be fake.

The warmth we feel inside,
That they give us,
Is the only one we have.
Outside, there’s suffering,
Inside, there’s suffering,
But not there.
That’s where colour is.

So, we choose to escape.

– Patricia