Escape

[NeverMore]

I feel an escape coming on

A time to run
hide from all
the day to day trials
that walk up
get in my face

To jump out of the race
for a little while

Trees and running water
are calling to me so clear
To find a nice quiet stream
somewhere far
where the world cannot find me
No people with their troubles
begging for a touch
of magic I no longer carry

Some peace of mind
if only for a day
Time to find myself
where ever I am lost

Time
to let myself grieve
for the things left behind
when I did not wish to leave them

Hours on end
of the music the water makes
as it walks slowly over rocks
that have stood for a thousand years

To put into place
a weary mind
an aching soul

Just to let myself understand
why people go away
when they have just arrived

Why love can fall apart
crumble into peices
that no one tries to pick up

I could sit in this place
until they find me
years down the road
only bones
of a tired soul left
to tell the tale

A small peice of paper
to say
here sits a man who time forgot

[angel]

I had a great image...and the image was not shattered. I imagined myself running through a forest...towards a stream...where a big rock was, and me sitting on it...curled in a ball...crying. Your words didnt shatter this image...it cleared it up more. Very sad...but cool. I never got this clear of an image before from a poem...nicely done <<<i like this face te he

[NeverMore]

Thank you, I am glad someone understood this so well..

[angel]

was that what you meant by it? I dont think that is the whole picture. But i just read this again, and it is completely amazing. You did a very nice job on this poem