When I stay up at night thinking
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I escape
Escape
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
Sorrow
Misery
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represented as the nothingness that I see?
I try to escape these harsh questions…
But low and behold they follow me as if I packed them
Maybe I did
Between the socks and shirts…. No
With the toothbrush…. No
I think I packed it in the deep subconscious of the maze I call my mind
Unfortunately for me there is no escape
No solution
Just nothing…
Nothing…..
Nothing…..