Escapism (A Really Old Poem)

Fractured, fragmented, alone
Wasting away in this barren place
Comforted only by the notion of escape

The air washed with soot
Remnants of young fire
Ashes of life

Destroyed, deserted, devastated
A world burnt out and faded
Lost in these times, searching for salvation

I think I had written this while I was on the plane on my way to Massachusetts, back in the summer of 2008, when I decided to move to Texas. This was roughly how I felt about life, and where I was.


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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