Escape

ESCAPE

Pain in my mind grows when I think of him resting there.
I know he’s happy, but why can’t I accept this is fair?

Maybe I’m just not thinking the way I want to believe.
But somehow there’s nothing I feel I can receive.

Why does it always seem like I’m drowning in my fears?
Still, I must know he’ll repress my flooding tears.

Pounding at my door I’m lost to the screaming silence!
The quiet threatens my need for assured reliance.

I retaliate against the cold with a fire unknown in blaze.
And if I get my way I think every building I’ll raze.

My wrists are dripping the vile fluid of man’s sin.
Why it is the whores who roam always get to win?

Killing the thought of happiness, depression sinks deep.
Here I stand the ground calling me, and so I shall leap?

Dashing to and from reality, never quite leaving insanity.
Is it that I am haunted, by the daemon, they call vanity?

Remembering I am lost in the mindset of the world nigh.
But knowing to find myself means leaving this drama’s cry!

Going into part now, I play the helpless one. I act not!
For as you see plainly as the sun, my flesh is rot!

Calling victim to its side, life begins to draw its sword.
There is no way to escape, unless death’s river you ford.

-poet Darká