The Escaping Feeling

The feelings I have escape, The mind it self can no longer hold back, But my heart will finally speak, Through the poetry I write. Speaking what seems nothing, Makes nothing into something, And the something into the dreams, Which release the hope I have. Poetry makes me escape reality, The words written speak a story, The one no one expected to read. Everything I hold comes out, The things I would never say, Escape sending the message out, As I feel that poetry is my escape.