Escape from Boredom ©
By Artemis Quill  2/15/2025
“No complaints, overwhelmed with blessings”

The gilded cage, a whispered lie,
Where love's sweet song began to die.
A tapestry of promises, frayed and thin,
A whispered plea, a silent win.

The chains of habit, forged in fear,
Held captive hearts, a silent tear.
A yearning soul, a whispered sigh,
For freedom's dawn, beneath the sky.

The whispered words, like poisoned darts,
Pierced through the heart, tore apart
The fragile threads of trust and grace,
Leaving behind an empty space.

A silent flight, a whispered vow,
To leave the shadows, rise somehow.
To break the spell, the binding thread,
And find the path where peace is bred.

The moonlit road, a silver stream,
Whispering tales of a waking dream.
A distant shore, a hopeful gleam,
A brand-new start, a waking dream.


The echoes fade, the past retreats,
A whispered farewell, a new pursuit.
The gilded cage, now left behind,
A freedom found; a heart aligned.