My Escape

Seeking to escape grim reality,
I pretended to be a vine,
Climbing and clinging to a strong oak
My weary tendrils did entwine,
With gladdened heart each morn I awoke,
Free of cares and woes, and life was fine

'Round and 'round I twisted, embracing him,
To reach Heaven's light was my goal,
Steadfast, and oh, so strong was my oak,
Gladly I let him take control,
Eagerly his strength I did invoke,
But soon, dark fears plagued and vexed my soul

My sheltering oak had grown tired of me,
He released me and down I fell,
It was then I yearned to be a rose
Of great beauty and fragrant smell,
Why this vain choice? only Heaven knows,
What folly, but how was I to tell!

Along came the bees, then the butterflies,
Quickly they drank my nectar dry,
Slowly I withered, then my head drooped,
The ingrates left me there to die;
O, to what wickedness they had stooped!
With lowered head, a worm I did spy

Calmly he laid upon the Earth's bosom,
Then burrowed deep into the ground,
It opened its arms to welcome him,
And therein he dwelt, safe and sound;
Being covered by soil seemed so grim,
Yet worth the contentment he had found

'That's it! ' I cried, 'I want to be a worm,
Hiding deep in my earthen lair,
Where soon I'll forget reality
And the torment that drove me there! '
And no one will come to look for me,
They'll just know I'm gone, and wonder where

by Lora Colon

Comments (2)

Sheltering oak! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
nice flow congrtz all the best