Fixating on fiction
At a time like this
A zeal for representations
Of life, more than life itself
Strange how I've been drawn
To stories with war themes
As if living through actual wars
Is not way more harrowing
How did I become so dependent
To mind-numbing entertainment
Just so I can run away from
The slightest boredom and emptiness
Music's another makeshift getaway
Like sand, I bury my head in
That euphoric, pulsating bass sound
Muffling my troubles like a drug
Guess I am collecting hobbies
And hoarding distractions
Trying to dodge every crisis
I keep a cornucopia of pleasures
But if I could never stop feeling
Like reality's just prison
Then how far can I really go
With such shallow escapism
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Author:
Mariel Ilagan (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2022 14:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Wow so true! We're all trying to escape reality and it's problems. You expressed it very well and the emotion was felt! 💖
Very good poem Mariel !
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