Dead House (Poetry by Me #6)

I live in a dead house

with dead people

and I attend a dead school

where the same dead people

have dead brains

and we all live in a dead world

filled with dead things

and meaningless objects

I wish I could capture

something more in this dead world

but with everything dead

what hope is there

to bring everything alive again?

Then one day

I found my escape

through the written word

I found ways to leave

to leave this dead world

an go somewhere better

somewhere new

where there aren’t as many

dead people

and there is hope once again

and once I found that

I never looked back

I wrote

I read

I lived and breathed it in

The other worlds

The written word

The escape

The pleasure

The living

Hope diminishes

when I think of the dead house

And everyone stuck inside

I feel pity for them because I,

I have escaped the dead house

To a world filled with life.

It took me a long time to get there

but I have arrived

I have made it

I am not dead

I am surely alive

Living in a world

without a dreary existence

It’s called

Well, does the name really matter?

All that matters is that

it’s not the dead house

it is more

and I have found

my haven

that I did not know

even existed

But I am glad that

I didn’t give up

I kept on pushing

to escape

the dead house