Escape
Escape
In the hush of the pandemics reign,
A tale unfolds of joy and pain.
To Somerset's embrace, I fled,
Escaping from the city's thread.
Loneliness, a haunting ghost,
In lock down's grip, it held me close.
Through London's streets, a quiet wail,
I sought a refuge, a distant trail.
To Somerset's heart, a quaint abode,
Where wide open spaces freely flowed.
The Levels vast, a solace sought,
'Midst Mendip Hills, dreams were caught.
Simple living, comrades near,
A balm for all that I held dear.
In the small town's warm embrace,
I sought a haven, a sacred space.
But truth unfurls in silent glows,
For Somerton wore a cloak of woes.
Lonely echoes, exhaustion's grip,
A mirror of London's sombre trip.
The return, a bitter pill, Reality stark, a weary chill.
Somerton's arms, not what they seemed,
A mirage shattered, dreams redeemed.
Yet, in these pages, memories etch,
A journey's tale, a heart's own sketch.
Escape I craved, a fleeting need,
In Somerton's arms, my soul did bleed.
