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Escapism

My tears gather in a pool of mud,

nothing makes sense,

for the loneliness so overwhelms.

 

I'm talking to myself,

earnestly longing

just to share my thoughts.

 

But no one 's there,

yet I have this vision

of someone, somewhere

who will dry this face

caked in fears of solitude.

 

So I drift off

into dreams of

wishful thoughts,

for what is there here

to keep me alive?

 

There's nothing here,

no one to listen,

so I slip into

whatever dreams

that will keep my mind

from total collapse.

Author notes

"All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
Its not sane......it's not sane"


Title: Blind Melon - No Rain

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  • Naridill gold member
    June 17
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    Emotional but the flow feels good.

  • sherrilyn1999
    June 14

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    I also liked the tears drifting into mud and definitely agree that there is conflict here that seems unresolved, as if the voice of the poem is deciding to passively drift from reality.


  • shepherd23 silver member
    June 6
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    "...yet I have this vision of someone, somewhere who will dry this face"
    "So I drift off into dreams of wishful thoughts,"

    "for what is there here to keep me alive?
    There's nothing here,no one to listen,

    This poem has birthed a confilct - is there (will there) be a part two to resolve it?

    keep us posted...

  • individuality gold member
    June 6

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    a good opening here, i like the tears in mud, i think we all dip our feet in that pool and paddle. The second verse is strong too, aye with communication, we play the game of life and desire to share our thoughts with others. there is always someone who will come along bearing smiles to dry to tears, a handkerchief personality. the dreams save us - they keep us flowing along imagination where hope resides. a good poem created from the prompt piece.