My place to escape

My Place To Escape There is a place where i escape everyday. I meet there strange creatures. I depict them by myself. They are made of ashes, of rust I find out. Mixing them with sparkles of feelings

There is a place where i escape everyday.
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of rust I find out.
Mixing them with sparkles of feelings.
I add drops of essential formula of visual chaos.
It is made of shapes, angles, compounds and sounds.
Everything caught inside my head,
They change every day.
They wear different colors, fabrics and shapes
Sometimes their speed overcomes me.
All i can do is let go!
As their play drags me.
Never knowing what will be next?

Reviews

[robert harris jr]

very nice poem has a very nice texture and beat almost like dajavue feeling
as if time was standing still as i read it the moment that secound just holding me hostage
that feeling the place in time

[a_methyste]

Thank you for taking time and reading it and thank you for the kind words.