All my creative pursuits.
I want to be anonymous
I want to run away
Find a way to fake my death
Collect on the insurance policy
Travel somewhere sunny and warm
Where no one knows my name
Change my face, change my form
Ditch my regrets and shame
And sip a cold Dos Equis
On some pristine sandy beach
Cause my life is kinda empty
When you’re so far out of reach
Just a heads up: This limerick is horrible. Not that’s it’s poorly written but in that the content is troubling. I’m not sure why, but when I read the prompt, my mind went to a really dark place. I almost skipped this week but after giving it some thought I decided to go ahead with it. I gave it a second verse, too. I felt like it needed it…
She gave birth to a son
But she couldn’t tell anyone
She was barely fifteen
Her body’d stayed lean
She’d left him in a trash can and run
The police finally found her
She was burning with fever
In a doorway, she lay
Two streets away
Delirious, weeping and shattered
In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick challenge.
The journey would come at great cost
Into the realm of Mordor, they crossed
From The Fellowship of the Ring
To The Return of the King
“Not all who wander are lost!”
In response to Mind and Life Matters limerick challenge. With credit to J. R. R. Tolkien fot the last line!
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 