I need to escape, my own time seems to end.
My mind races, everything seems to keep moving around me.
It's like I'm a puppet of time, My head spins.
I walk in a mist, no one seems to see me.
My own worst enemy is me and I can't escape what's in my head.
Lost in my thoughts, I seem to faze away.
On days I lose myself, feels like I'm dead.
If I could escape my head, I would stay away!
The fog surrounds me, I see a glimmer of light through each wisp.
I see nothing but white, clouds swirl around me.
I walk an empty road, feel the pebbles beneath my bare feet.
Am I really here, am I a figment of non-reality?
What is reality, why must we need an escape?
About the Creator
Kandi Bean
I am a newly wed. I am a happy mother of 3 beautiful children. I was abused as a child and I use my experiences with hurt and pain in life to help other's going through similar situations. I wish nothing but happiness and hope to everyone.
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