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.
ljm
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
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.
ljm
Another tome from a dark period a while ago. I'm OK now.