I just want to curl up and away
Forever lost in the land of dreams.
Where is that happy land of sunshine?
Lost in a perpetual storm; am I
The storm or is it around me?
The dark Beast forever stalking my
Light, my life of laughter, smiling.
I thought I was safe but then
The grief tore my soul apart
Once again, I was broken, ruined.
The circles, the fears and desires
All mockery of me, the joke.
Escape but not for me, chained to
Walls of the pit I’ve fallen into.
Too much of everything yet not
Enough and the paradox is heartless.
Raving mad and angry at the world,
At life so cruel and beautifully still.
A hope, a whisper so frail like frost
In the shining light of angry morning.
What am I, anyway, except thoughts
And a bundle of torn up skin?
Tired and wracked with thoughts so dark,
Peace must be found or I shall