"Escape and Return"

Thoughts of mine forced onto paper in a sad attempt to poetry.

I've discovered my release, but
from a distance...
So close I can taste it,
but too far out of reach,
A voice from the past reminds me this is not the way.
"You won't find your escape here" it says,
Too starved for freedomw I strain,
I want to feel it, I want to grasp and cherish it, so
blindly I lunge towards my desired destination,
only to lose my step and fall,
I find myself further from where I began... what a waste.

Who would have guess
that in my victory, I've bestowed my own defeat?
How could I think that destruction would set me free?
Free from reality, maybe, but then what?
What happens now after I've sobered up?
Beneath a cloud of obliviation,
Is it true what they say?
Does ignorance really bring bliss?
A thief invited, and welcomed to stay,
my stolen independence,
oh... what a waste.