Escape

By Stranger

As I am led, hands bound
Up these stairs
I imagine that they lead to the moon
Where a god made of pure love
Is waiting to devour me

As this night black hood is placed
Upon my head
I imagine it is an iron crown
For a twisted metal clown

As they tighten this rope around my neck
I imagine my skeleton is made of
Copper colored coat hangers
That bend, but will not break

As my heart strikes like a hammer
Banging at the walls of my chest
I imagine it is a tiny steel drum
Playing island music
That children are dancing to in the streets

I imagine my eyes are the sparks of a welder's torch
And that they show no fear

I imagine the oceans are filled with wine
And that the world is drunk

I imagine how large the universe truly is
And I become it

As the ground beneath me turns to air
I imagine I am waking from a dream
And that I will never feel the sudden...

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Published on Monday, November 24, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Escape"

On Tuesday, June 15, 2004, Belle (17) wrote:

I like that you made something so morbid into something so tantalizing.
A former member wrote: death seems inviting after reading this, beautiful write
On Tuesday, March 2, 2004, Mistress Morbid (405) wrote:

Not to fear death is a wonderful thing, and thats how I feel when I read this.
On Saturday, February 7, 2004, OLd SouL (717) wrote:

Mind over matter? Convince yourself that things aren't that bad just to make it through. Thats what I felt while reading this. Escaping to another world just to survive the one you're in. Bravo..again. I like your mind. :::OLd
A former member wrote: I like this, I especially like the part about the hood made of iron. Excelent write dude.
On Monday, January 12, 2004, urbanhumility (1158) wrote:

making the spiritual concrete, your well chosen words create internal hope, in the shadow of all undone.....you speak of "will" "inspiration" and "happiness" these are the focus when pain is within us....well done urban
On Wednesday, November 26, 2003, Aurora_Light (472) wrote:

i'm speachless i dont know what to say ur words have left me dreaming while i'm awake i lovethis great great job
A former member wrote: Makes me think of some kind of cult sacrificing. This was very strong and painted such vivid images of death and the final understanding. wonderfully crafted.
On Tuesday, November 25, 2003, blackdarkness (227) wrote:

Mysterious.....I love it...great picture.....
On Tuesday, November 25, 2003, Sinnocence (49) wrote:

i really truly enjoyed this. it took a moment in the beginning to realize what experience you were so eloquently describing. "and that i will never feel the sudden.." i love it. xoxo
On Monday, November 24, 2003, maddin foxxxy (358) wrote:

To my surprise another work! My heart skipped a whole beat. I am fascinated at your dreams in an ocean made of wine and the whole world drunk and how you'd wish for you to be the universe....again this has drifted me into a land of fantasy and some sense
On Monday, November 24, 2003, maddin foxxxy (358) wrote:

of truth as well. How wonderful of you to think this way. "I imagine I am waking from dream And that I will never feel the sudden..."....I can only say one word: incredible.
On Monday, November 24, 2003, A Velvet Tongue (434) wrote:

...and you are certain you are nto of Mr Cohen's loins? any comment I could of left ,remains within this one line..*I imagine the oceans are filled with wine And that the world is drunk * a stunning and compelling piece here...Loved it..
On Monday, November 24, 2003, SnowQueen (59) wrote:

There are so many images in this poem. I love "I imagine my skeleton is made of Copper colored coat hangers That bend, but will not break" That is so perfect. I love every step you take in this dream-like poem. Masterpiece.
On Monday, November 24, 2003, KittyStryker (710) wrote:

wow. i asked for another work... and this... wow. incredible. the images our mind can create to help us flee the mundane... or the horrid.