Jan282009
I Want To Flee
A poem 'inspired' by Fibromyalgia (and wind) …
I Want To Flee
To flee
Into the empty pages
Of the night.
Crushes me
And I cannot
Resist.
The pain owns
My soul,
And me
And wants
To be repaid
In currency
I seem to not have.
So, in agony
I sit puzzling,
Hoping,
Seeking escape
But
Know not
The path,
The means,
Nor it seems
Much else.
What’s best
For us?
I still have
No fucking
Clue.
