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.