I poem my way out of everything.
I disguise all the misery,
euphoria, contempt, and solitude
into the beautiful form
of poetry.
Losing myself
in the world of
twenty-six letters
is my enthralling form of
escapism.
But no matter how many
sonnets, haikus, free-verses
or six-word stories
I do;
I could never
poem my way out of you.
-m.j.a
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
I poem my way out of everything.
I disguise all the misery,
euphoria, contempt, and solitude
into the beautiful form
of poetry.
Losing myself
in the world of
twenty-six letters
is my enthralling form of
escapism.
But no matter how many
sonnets, haikus, free-verses
or six-word stories
I do;
I could never
poem my way out of you.
-m.j.a
