Random Poetry

The Shackles Break

I went to my bed to loose my mind,
To escape in the soothing black.
Life is notorious for being too much.
The chains are gone, there's no going back.

My body remains in the warmth of
A soft light, dim, fighting the dark.
My mind falls behind my head,
Falling through the bed to further embark.

It falls, it runs, it flies so fast. So fast.
To many lost places of infinite mystery.
Some of these worlds terrify me, but alas,
My mind is not me. It's gone. It's history.

My thoughts have escaped from my head,
Free to roam the depths of fearful space.
It's funny, in its own sad, unfortunate way,
That I cope by running to this terrible place.

There's no telling if it'll make it back this time,
But I've decided the risk is worth it in the end.
I must release my beast, scratching for freedom,
A beast I need to live, but I scream that it is no friend.

I soar through the universe, rippling like water,
A soothing fire burning in my chest as I swim.
I feel like a child again, effortlessly heading
To the end of existence, with vision so dim.

From one place to another I go forever,
Running from this world to be able to live in it.
Ironic, to always need a new place without form
To remain in this one for but a lonely minute.