a time to escape
to escape would be a dream
explore the unexplored,
walk the paths never seen.
many destinations do await,
afraid my curiosity
will lead me to a fool’s fate.
to sift my senses
through the properties of nature
spread across this planet,
would produce a bliss needed
sooner and later.
a release from the clutches
so frantic…
more and more disgusted
i panic…
the heart beats with every drip
and writhes in pain when ripped
by the grueling hands of time
they whip…
lashes upon lashes consisting of
various flashes of existing drugs
when obtained in dangerous amounts
the mind struggles with each blow,
it counts…(1)…(2)…(3)…and counts.
in between the exchange of whips
the mind re-clothes, and then must strip.
waiting for a delay so prolonged
with the time to pack and move along,
break away from the shackles and chains
to places of beauty they cause for estranged
emotions to truly stain the remains
of areas untouched followed by change,
and the desire to engage and rearrange
lugubrious feelings by removing the peelings.
layers and layers they never end
like a skin they produce
and force you to depend
upon the structure and comfort,
they keep you from bleeding,
but inside they use you
and keep you from reaching
that star above, never deceiving,
a light in your sky
that you can believe in,
it calls your name with a yearning,
in a rush to be leaving you’re hurting.
though your star may never fade
it seems like forever you are afraid
to leave the skin you’ve worn so long,
there comes a time when the snake moves on.
gracious. that is powerful.
I’d like to know what motivated, drove, moved you to write this in this manner. I’ve heard verses of mercy before but this slowed down, sped up, flew and then fell. I found myself trying to catch my breath. I have to wonder what it was that inspired you to write this. This poem moves. It’s good. I like it a lot.
Austin of Sundrip Journals
my comment continued—hmmm…and up at 3am no doubt…makes a girl wonder.
We hated to hear about Steve as well. It just didn’t seem real. The first time I ever went fishing was in Tampa Florida. I caught a sting ray. I knew what it was because I got those animal cards in the mail and I actually read them. It was a sad day for many countries to hear of him passing.
smiles to you and yours
we wish you peace of mind
Austin of Sundrip Journals
Thanks Austin, I appreciate your kind words…and I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. I actually wrote this one a long time ago during a period in my life when I felt like I was transitioning from one phase of my life to another…I felt like I was becoming a new person…
hope that helps!
I like it too.
thanks J!