This poem was written based on the following prompts

#Writephoto – Den

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #181

There was something about the notion of escape, which caressed his soul.

To hop in his car seeking far horizons, uncaring of what was left behind …

And why

He would drift in his dreams, he would let his imagination take flight, he would live as he’d envisaged

He would become what he sought and finally be happy

In the den of his creativity.

He would rebuild, refine, recommence, he would leave the clutter behind without a care

He would return to the beginning, but not fall into the trap of letting it define him

He would finally be free.

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