EscapeA Poem by Katie MarieI'm stuck here, Chained to this prison, Trapped in the horrible darkness, And barely living in the chaos Of my mind's asylum.
How can I escape myself? I've tried so hard, But the chains just won't break. The darkness is slowly taking control, And soon I will be nothing, Just a shadow in the dark, Fading away into nothing but a memory. Pain is only a temporary escape. It reminds me that I'm still here, That I can still feel something Other than the chaos that controls me. But it won't be long, Before I can't feel anything. My mind will block that out To make sure that I will never escape. Maybe there is no escape, Other than death. I'm not sure what frightens me more... Death Or my mind taking over. With death, There comes peace, happiness, eternal song. Or there is nothing. Just an empty blackness forever, With other lost and grieving souls. Souls that were trapped, Trapped within their own insanity, Trapped within their own minds, Who chose death as their escape. But if I stay, The chaos will control me, Manipulate me, Form me into someone I don't want to be. I would be a slave to my mind, Never able to do as I choose, Always frightened of what it might do. And soon I would forget myself, Lost and confused, In the darkness of my mind's asylum. Death seems like the best option. With death I have a chance. I have a chance at the everlasting peace, A chance to hear the angels sing. With the image of beautiful angels, Life slips away. I feel the chains break loose, And the darkness falls, Revealing a blinding, Yet enchanting light. The cold, suffocating air Melts into a warm summer breeze Filled with the scent of rosemary and sage. The most beautiful sound reaches my ears As I walk up the carpet to the golden gates At the entrance of the Lord's kingdom. The angels, Far more beautiful than anyone could imagine, Are singing near the gates, Their wings seeming to glow in the heavenly light. As I reach forward to open the gates into paradise, The angels shake their heads. It's not your time. You must go back. With a terrifying jolt, The golden carpet beneath my feet disappears, The suffocating, cold air comes back, I am falling, down, down, down, Back to earth and my body. Back to the hell of my mind's asylum. © 2013 Katie MarieAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on June 5, 2011 Last Updated on June 3, 2013 AuthorKatie MarieHippyville, WIAboutI was introduced to this site by a friend who is an amazing writer. Thank you to my friend Cheyenne. About my writing: I don't ever write poems that rhyme. (So, if those are the poems you like to .. more..Writing
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