The Chords of my Escape– by Anjanae King
The chords of my escape.
The feeling of a beat.
The vibration of my soul.
It sends me to my peak.
I just love how it makes me feel,
But there’s no way the feeling is real.
I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling.
It’s the most pleasurable feeling.
The way it makes me move.
Just gracefully on my feet.
In the chords of my escape.
There are no expectations to meet.
I’m free to be myself.
I can dance, I can sing.
I can twirl around on the floor.
That’s how it’s supposed to be.
But of course, all happiness has to come to an end.
I look at the ground
I sigh and frown.
It’s time to let go of my only true friend.
I lift my hand to my ear
And pull out the plastic.
I suddenly feel blank again.
But soon again, I will feel ecstatic
With the chords of my escape.