Whenever I feel alone,
I escape to writing,
I let the word flow on my page.
They tell a story I'm scared to tell.
The words can't hurt me, they let me live,
The words do not hurt me like the people,
The words do make me laugh, sometimes cry and make me happy,
The words are my escape.
The words make me blind, the words make me ignorant
They isolate me and leave me alone,
They separate from people.
I don't mind but sometimes I try to escape but the words pull me back in in.
They take me and leave me when they're done
And I lie awake waiting for the next pull, ignoring time and wait for my escape from reality.
Just a spur of the moment poem and I will post them