The Escapist Poem by Marilyn Jean

Everyday is a near missed
However close, however warm
We just don't get it
Right nor happy here
Days go pear shape
One by one, slowly
Turning the sharp bend
Stupid then miserable
On the slow road
Of unexpected love
In the dark too often
Looking for courage
When the 'Exit' flashes
Then back to case one
Avoiding almost anything
That comes to mind
Nothing stays to nest
Anything gets delayed
Excuses lie between lost wishes
Then aches raise their walls
Little fears linger behind
Sighs float on the heart
Then the escapist does its art