Where do you go when there is nowhere to run
Where do hide when the din of confusion
threatens to rip your pulsing veins to shreds,
Where is the refuge for the wandering one
For myself, I turn into my mind.
It's not quiet there but
it brings its own sort of peace,
I know how it works I know every crease and crack of its structure,
I've built it myself from the bricks of the words
that weave and swirl into vision of worlds
that I can escape into
Brick by brick I build a world,
a different verse that the ones that I've heard,
where the people are many
and their deaths there are too.
But here in my world we are safe and sound,
Not scared and waiting for Death to come round.
But soon the the catapults of life declare war
on the palaces I've built in my mind and like before,
I watch as the walls that I've made start to crumble,
I feel as the foundation of words starts to rumble
and the whole edifice come tumbling down
around my feet and kiss the ground,
where soon the shards meet my tears,
The ones that I've saved up through the years,
The drops grow into to streams
that swell into to rivers of sorrow
and oceans of screams
and I bury my palaces under the sea,
and wait for the land
to make itself seen.
And when finally it does
I chart a new course,
one the perhaps is better than before,
for words that are stronger,
and visions that last longer
than the ruins beneath the weight of the world.
And as my tired feet touch the scarred earth,
I build better worlds for all I am worth.
SK
