Escape

Escape

Gravity of ‘real’ pulls me down
Bolts me to the pain
Anchored into life and death
No direction home
Path to walk that leads nowhere
Everywhere I’ve been
Always the questions, “Is there no more?
This, for me, is all?”
Silent, the pure voices scream
And I am deaf once more.
Relief, where is the truce
That buys my escape?

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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