Escape

Do not run, do not cry

The story spills out before your eyes

Hide the depth of pain, of agony

Speak to Ahab, Oliver, and Harry

Run your fingers along its spine

Like Gollum you may claim "it's mine"

Let the story absorb your soul

Let it come, claim you whole

For it is a medium with the power to heal

Friends who you can all but feel

Comrades who will be there when you are down

To come and turn your frown around.

Flex your mind with Karamazov

Goof around with Harry and Ron

Become another, travel afar

In it's mind, you're the star.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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