Despair

Sitting
Pen in hand.
The words that S P R E A D
Across the page
Bring me comfort
While I'm marooned
On an island of despair.
No flares.
No lifeboat.
No escape.

Why can't I live
In one of my books?
The ones I read.
The ones I write.
A world much simpler,
Less cruel.
Less harsh.
Less real.