1. The only escape from this nightmare is death But that’s not escape - it’s nothing but a blackout. The only hope left flickers and dies Like an ill-tended summer campfire As the lucky numbers refuse to compute, And all that’s left is sand and sun That scorches all attempts to find a way To make accommodations to the heat.
Safe for now inside a fragile stucco igloo, What will happen when the statement comes That says we can’t afford the ice That’s needed to stave off the burn, And there’s no shady place to go and hide. With no escape to dream filled sleep There’s only counting minutes on a clock that never moves. 2. The ragged sleeve is not caught up at night And the road ends at a chasm of despair. The winds and tides are out of sync And morning comes at midnight. Writhing in the tangled sheets, I’m Thinking thoughts with no way out, Of what was always bound to come, Riding on another bad decision.
3. Death will not lure me this night - Too cruel to leave him here alone Without the necessary tools to live And find a road that leads to hope. If only slumber was my friend And I was not out counting stars When it’s too dark to find my way And all the nearby world is snoring.
4. Huddled in a corner with a pen The paper blots up tears and ink And offers no hope of surcease To seeds of panic poised to grow. If only a little rain would fall.
Another tome from a dark period a while ago. I'm OK now.