The Only Way
My escape from what is to be
from paper and pen
computer and keyboard
from mouth and finger
voice and tongue
my only release
from what i've wrung
reality fleeting
my heart lost it's beat
forever entrenched
in love's forlorn stench
my only peace
is thru this piece
my release and escape at hand
thru writing words
to plot and plan
so i sit and dream
of better times
as i implore forgiveness
in bad rhymes
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