It's All An Escape
Oppressed by the habits we create
By Rebekah BTPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
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A Horrible Parade
Dilated pupils and heavy breathing,
Incarcerated in my own twisted mind.
Salvation no longer has a meaning,
Thoughts are now all intertwined.
Relinquished from what’s left of me,
Ascending pains and empty tired eyes.
Comfort can be created in many forms,
Though it always wears a disguise.
It’s all an escape.
Oppressed by the habits we create,
Never-ending diversions are our fate.
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About the Creator
Rebekah BT
Wanderer of words, striving to embellish my vocabulary.
I find beauty in sadness and convey them into writing.
Bringing awareness to addictions, mental health and the struggles of life.
Author of Book "Behind Skye's Eyes"
www.rebekahbt.com
Comments (1)
Indeed! Well said!