A Bolthole
Everyone needs a bolthole
where you can run off to.
Somewhere to go
to let your hair down
around like minded
who don’t really care.
A place where you can
find solitude
and laughter.
Where you can disappear
to escape all the problems
that might be troubling you.
I am lucky I found mine
where I can act a different life,
be a different person
with none of the world’s
troubles and strife.
17 March 2008
poem by David Harris

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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