As I lie upon my bed
My bedroom window open
I hear the din of the city
And I wish a zephyr breeze
Would pick me up
And carry me away
To a new terrain
To a distant land
Of peace and serenity
Although I suppose
No matter where I end up
I shall never escape
Being me
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (bedroom), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (din), Ragtag Daily Prompt (zephyr), Word of the Day Challenge (terrain), and Your Daily Word Prompt (suppose).
As I was reading this, I had a vision of Munch’s “The Scream”. That seems appropriate, if “there’s no escape being me”
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Yes, “you are the common denominator in all of your experiences.” π
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I like this new trend of posting more poems Fandango! You are doing great buddy!
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I donβt know that Iβd call them poems. Just short, choppy sentences with little to no punctuation.
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I write the same sort of sentences and call them poems. π
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Nice one, Fandango! βΊοΈ
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Thanks.
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Nope, we cant escape being who we are! Great take on the prompts! β€
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Much thanks!
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There is no way to escape our self Wonderfully written!.
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Thanks.
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My pleasure.
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