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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.

sad poetry
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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

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  • Andrei Z.8 months ago

    Indeed! Well said!

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