A trip back
- back away from the past.
Heading home and away
- away from family.
One that I once owned.
- but now I live alone.
So distant yet . . .
So close.
Within me they are there.
At home . . . a glare.
.
I look back on our story;
I look back on history,
Wondering . . .
Pondering . . .
All that is life,
And all of my strife.
I search for a light
- but, darkness bites.
It strikes.
I see no light.
.
The black space,
The Devil’s ace,
Attacks my faith.
I sit and I wait,
Submitting to fate.
Enduring evil’s hate.
Underneath my skin,
Underneath my soul is sin.
Anger, guilt, and fear
Brings me down to tears.
.
I keep crying
Eyes keep drying.
Until . . . it’s a desert.
The darkness hides but still hurts,
Black skies sink under sand and dirt.
Demons release their upbeat cry.
A new space will arise,
A bleaker place and my demise.
A realm where nothing survives.
A world where everything dies.
.
I inhale my last breath,
Giving in to eternal rest,
Thinking ‘bout all that I left,
And all that I did best.
I prepare for my dreadful death.
When this trip back ends,
My entire core and soul will bend,
So much so, It won’t mend
- pain and sorrow ascends.
Emptiness . . . my dead-end.