# Poem #87: Living in a Fantasy

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Fantasy, Poetry, escape, reality

#88 of Poetry

This is a poem for anyone who's been bullied, anyone who's been made fun of or put down by another for any reason. It's a poem for those who just love fantasy, for those who find themselves constantly running away from their problems. It's a poem that's for anyone who's just wanted to escape the world, if even just for a little while. Hope it means something to you.

_Living in a Fantasy_

Tumbled down and feathered fall  
Sometimes we've just got to  
Run from it all

We run and run  
But where does it take us?  
Into another world of fun.

Sticks and stones don't break  
Our bones  
Every day we fake

We close our minds, our thoughts  
And open our eyes  
Seeing what an evildoer has wrought

This new world is better  
The grass greener, the sun brighter  
The people nicer, the water wetter

This world protects  
And serves its people right  
Away from the society that infects

Some days are hard  
Some days harder still  
There exists no magical ward

No magical place  
No mystical hero  
Only many enemies to face

It's a darker reality  
Made easier, a bit  
To believe in fantasy.

~bhscorch

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