Okay, so I don't really write poems.. I don't think I have a natural flair for them at all, but someone I knew said something about how books aren't as great as other forms of entertainment and education (small minded, yes, but what can you do?) and this just came to mind..
A page or two is all I need
A few sentences strung together
For reality persists in pulling me down
Deeper into her dark hazy depths
Dark prose, poems of intrigue
Anomalous novels, extravagant plays
Concrete words of advice, flairs of hope
From an unknown survivor, a masked vigilante
Streaks of light in a morose existence
Whispers of hope for a saturnine soul
Allow me this freedom, temporary yet constant
Like no friend a man can ever find
Aid my ephemeral escape
From the suffocating confines of my mind
The intoxicating temptations of reality
Into that from which hope springs
A world of amaranthine literary bliss