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Dec 2016
I am an escape artist
When things are bleak I work the hardest
In my mind I escape the farthest
I only go out side for ideas to harness

Just another day
Feelings of not being ok
In my mind I slip away
Where I can breath and play

I think I will take all of my fears
The ones building up for years
Distort them until colour appears
Or until musicΒ Β hits my ears

Every one out side is trying to get in to find some thing to shatter and break
I feel like my passions are at stake
Even though the ground is starting to shake
To get in here allot of that it would take
No matter what I am going to keep on dreaming even though you want me to wake

The world is crumbling down
Because you are never around
Your not free in your mind; you are bound
You are lost and may never be found
In your mind you will drowned
This was going to be a song but then I got lazy and instead of making a perfect chorus I decided it would be less work to write lines that don't repeat... I don't know how this is less work but it feels like it is.
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
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