A JOURNEY I MUST TAKE
I can feel them creeping in,
cold as ice leaving me trembling.
Their breath is death
and their taste is hell.
I can see them now, vividly
as they mock and laugh,
teasing off any trace of hope i had.
I wish i could ignore their stares
but like ticks on cows, they are glued to me.
I can smell their courage from my bed
as i close my eyes and try to ignore them
but even in the abyss of my nightmares, they stare.
I say, leave me be, please
but their taunting never stops, it never leaves.
I wish i could not taste their mockery of my life,
how am compared to frozen ice.
You are stagnant, they say,
living only for when you'll be leaving.
These thoughts are tattoed in my eyelids
for everytime i close my eyes, am attacked by memories
and they seem to be working with my entire body,
aiming at paralyzing me, and men, am i weak and lazy
but i know a place where i can be free,
a place i must go to finally be me,
where mistakes are past and there are no obligations but my joy,
a place where i can be once again just a teenage boy.
Yes, pack up my beloved soul, we must flee.
Write me a note, my hands, write to my family
that soon i shall depart and be free,
soon they shall look for my plastic smile and miss,
for am going, taking every part of me too,
the fake, the real, even the secrets you never knew.
I leave never to return, never to be disturbed.
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