Escape

I feel as though I’m dying,
Tired of trying,
Worrying,
Crying,
Danger following, every turn,
Makes me nervous, makes me burn,
Behind a screen,
I wish I was,
Unheard and unseen,
Dissolved inside my hidden lands,
Secluded from the scorching hands,
In quiet moments I’ve reflected,
Calm and collected,
I’d fade away and cease to be,
Protected from anxiety,
From the evil searching for me,
Grasping, binding, hassling me,
I hate them,
Why don’t they leave me,
How much longer will it last?
I do not know,
Painful thoughts,
My mind bewildered and impulsive,
Bursting as the autumn winds,
But comfort comes in many things,
Like memories from the distant past,
In Signs quite clear through day and night:
The colourful clouds and change in light,
In words that paint my motley feelings,
To seek the joy that freedom brings,
A single word my soul still sings,
Escape and fly with outstretched wings,
Beyond the troubling doom,
The stifling fright in airless rooms,
Where the animals roam and seas can foam,
Refreshing cold quite crisp and clear,
Midst blustering showers that soothe my fears.