Escapism

Escapism

Is it four-thirty today?
Or another yesterday, passed
Without noticing?
Tomorrow – an escapism
From the clutch he holds
Over my heart.

Is this my world in
Which superficial inclination
Replaces the permanent
Longing?
Transitory, like every fibre
Of my very being.

No moment is seized for
Fear of heart on concrete;
A well-known feeling.
Out of control, no
Longer the legal proprietor
Of who I am.

Then one day perhaps, a
Chance encounter
A brief vision, a promise;
Heart still in stone.
Wasteful questions unanswered;
A shadow of myself.

Can I escape just one
More time into a nirvana
Of my own invention,
Where lovers’ eyes rest a
Moment longer to drink
In permanence?