Posted in Epics, Poetry

Escapism

Here in cityscapes
I just want the delicate breeze
To lend me a butterfly kiss
And carry away the gloom from the afternoon.

These cloudscapes are way too tempting

They make me want to float with them
But I am doomed with logic and limits
And left with mediocre alternatives.

Then I step into streetscapes

Out of my midday discomfort
I trace the graffiti and picturesque walls
Searching for signs of paradise, but I fail miserably.

I sprint across moonscapes

They aren’t appeasing, they don’t suffice
In letting me witness how a moonbow is casted
Or providing a guiding light towards home.

So I rely on dreamscapes

To dream within a dream may not be
A random act of escapism after all
At least I get to adjust what I envision.

~Poem 24

Midday gloom
(Picture credits: Solve Sundsbo)

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Your average girl.

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