So They Say

They say poetry is a release Then that poetry is an escape For me, poetry is my peace I write about abnormal situations About nature, love And temptations But when reality seeps into my writes There's something wrong I'm ill at ease with disturbed nights Dreams punctured by the materialistic world Wounded my poems Letting the pain unfurl That's when you need to worry Because I am not okay And these tears stream out as if in a hurry Once my escape no longer holds peace I walk through my days dreadfully Never to have the sorrow cease