The cave

When in the dark I run

I’ve been running around and bending on the walls 

Only to understand they surround me 

And that I have to stop to fight

Every now and then I try to find a way

Out of this cave

To abandon this home I fiercely disown 

Its loneliness I strive away

I hate this cave

I hate myself

For this darkness to feel so thick

And so suffocating

I hate this hole

I hate my youth

For not being able to fill with warmth

This vault of buried joy

I try to find solace in words

As long as they are true to me

So I have written and written again

And covered the ground with letters

They tell the story that is carved 

Into the very center of my spine

They cry the loneliness

They cry from too much fear

And there’s been no greater prison 

Than the human body

For a wandering soul

That only wants to fly away

And there has been no sharper blade

Than those I’ve seen

For an oversensitive beating heart

That only begs to stop

There is only fire

That somehow appeases me

There is only the flame of your guidance

That lightens the dark place I’m always sitting in…