The Escape

The Escape

I've been riding a fine line 


Between dreamland and consciousness 



I've been floating all alone 


Halfway to shore 



I've been losing my grip 


On all things real 



Time passes slowly 


Like a melting clock 



I've been wandering 


Across this divide 


Wondering not where I will end up, 


But wondering what I will escape 



Shapes and faces float ahead 


The ever present reminder of actuality 



Boats are in the distance 


There's safety in them 



But my grip slips further 


And I can't hold on 


To something that isn't truly there 


A poem by Allie Jones