No Escape


I dream of a far forgotten place
Where all my hopes are washed away
There’s a rose that blooms
For each torn heart
And I fear my soul may never part

The melancholy voices cry
For that which they have lost
Bitterness of a piercing lie
A broken heart, innocence lost

In a dark room, there sits a chair
Among the ashes of my heart
The consequence of I’ll – formed plans
Not the life I wished for
Not the man I longed to love
Not the dream I once believed

As the disappointed drop
Romantic notions, long overdue
Regrets, mistakes, forgive, forget
I can’t decide

No sense of tomorrow
No need to hear the words
A sigh of resignation
No escape, not from here

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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