My Escape

There are these things

I cannot live without.

These would be my books

Without a doubt.

I don’t need sleep

Nor shelter nor food

If there is a story,

An escape to go to.

There, I have friends.

There is heartbreak and drama.

There’s adventure and love

And a world full of trauma.

There are words that are said

That go straight to my heart,

And, as long as I feel that,

I don’t need a part

In this world that I live in,

Which is mundane and boring.

I couldn’t live in a world

Without these beautiful stories.

I’d be trapped in this place

Of responsibility.

A life of bills, taxes, money.

That just isn’t for me.                                           

I like fighting the monsters

That live deep inside

The words

In the pictures

That I see in my mind.

With my books I become

Someone I am not.

I can wield swords and knives.

Fall in love and the lot.

I feel what they feel,

And I see what they see.

These books help me escape

My reality.