I need an escape,
Something to pick me up,
Something to fight for,
Something I can love.
The fact is I'm tired,
And a little confused,
But there are no escapes;
I refuse to abuse.
So I can't complain,
About choices I've made,
I just keep moving forward,
Day after day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perfect I'm loving your poems s ok me time it'sit's good to escape -# d