No Title Poem by katie lindsey

it waste away like smoke trapt in asmall room
no escape. no enter. just stuck.
nothin' left to do but linger. until it dissapear..
it feels like life.
when you dont know what els to do but isolate yourself, remaining in your own peace feeling the energy touch your skin as you just sit there no sound. just silence. relaxing. peaceful.
before you know it your back in reality and times passed you by with no idea.
so calm. so serine.you dont want to leave..
cant you just imagine that kind of world? unfortunatly, its not...