Escape
It seems these things come like electricity
Circuiting through every fiber being in me.
Rushing and racing- while my heart stops
Only for a second does it make it drop.
It seems these things come like toxicity
Suckling underneath the bridge of simplicity.
It doesn’t feel real. It feels like a dream.
As I hear the cries and I hear the screams.
Shadows looking over, the sun
Captures memories; hoping to make a run.
Blissful skies, tranquil lies;Anything to get this pain to subside.
Trying to process this emotional bind.
Creating a passage way from my heart to my mind.
Praying- imagining- hoping that life will go on
.Needing time- to leave; escape- here I come, Milan.
By: Elyse Foltz
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