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Sunday, 9 April 2017

Escape

Every night I cry for an escape;
From the tremor in my body,
From the hurricane in my mind,
From the death in my heart.

I remain caged in my own self,
Weighed down by my thoughts,
My brain calculating endlessly,
Only chemical, but so physical.

I wait for the pills to kick in,
Soon I am distant from the world,
Aloof from happiness, all numb,
My mouth talks but I can't connect.

Every night I cry for an escape;
From the prison cells in my mind,
From the anxiety that is in me,
From the anxiety that is me.

I think of water,
I think of cliffs,
Cold blue rushing in my lungs,
Greens crushing on my skin.