Escape

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Life with it's uncertainties is cruel

Many days and nights I drift away to an

unknown realm, hoping to escape this

existence in time


So many pain, shame, anger and hatred

I wish I could stay in my unknown realm

forever, forever in another time

I ache to be free from this torture, I ache


At times I sit motionless in thought

captivated by silence and my mere being

At times I scream in the silence to set

my soul free, free of the torture that lurks within me


For now I cannot escape my torture, except

in my realm of the unknown, my silence,

which beckons me back time and time again

during my peaks of insanity

  




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My very old poem I found and sharing with you all.   Oh my, I was so young.  :-)

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