Escapism The feeling when I turn the page The smell wafts from the spine Escapism from this age A story that's all mine Disapparating in the story Wrapping words around me like a soft blanket, absent of glory Finally I am free... Soar above the clouds, fantasy Wrapped in my armour Keeping in the pages my sanity, Away from all the false charmers, Where I go when it gets too tough Hide behind a hardcover and a smile Feel the pages under my fingers, inky and rough Let my feelings be absorbed into pages, all my denile. Deeper... Deeper... Deeper.. Until my feelings are gone They aren't mine anymore Into pages and pictures drawn Deeper into the lore Finally I feel free Thanks to the book Free as can be Tucked into my little nook ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Credits Canva for the background elements for the thumbnail @PoisonJr111 for the contest! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a poem about how I feel about reading being my safe space. This is a meaningful subject, so please don't advertise or hate comment ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
