Purging
I write to fill my mind
With other things,
To escape to other places
And to meet kind kings.
I write of places grand
And gaudy,
Filled with men both
Nice and naughty.
I write to build
Castles in the sky
And great big giant seas
And men who can fly.
I write to feel laughter
And I write to feel hate,
But most of all,
I write to escape.
Escape reality,
Escape life,
Escape pain,
Escape strife.
I write stories to escape
This deep darkened hole-
But I write poems to
Purge my blackened soul.
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