The Escape Of A Moment Poem by Amy J Richardson

She sits, and she stares,
Growing tired and thin,
A war of emotions,
Enveloped in skin.

She sits beneath the weight of the world,
And no one can tell,
That she’s trapped in her mind,
Where the conflicts all dwell.

She’s alone, she’s afraid,
As, with tears in her eyes,
She raises her head,
And looks up, at the skies.

The delicate blue,
Of the sky so calm,
It melts into pink,
As it rests in her palm.

So her spirit flows free,
Leaves her body behind,
She floats from her cage,
And escapes from her mind.

With no boundaries at all,
And with no one to care,
She releases her hold,
And dissolves, in the air.

She sits in a trance,
As if she were dead,
But she’s merely escaped,
To somewhere better instead.

Now she ripples with the wind,
Submerged in the sky,
With her imagination as wings,
Her spirit does fly.

She’s almost at peace,
But as her thoughts run still,
She’s dragged back to her life,
With a force that could kill.

So she sits, so she stares,
Growing tired, and thin,
And that war of emotions,
Continues within.


- 1.09am Saturday 7th February 2004, age 17 -