Can I Escape? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I am flying like a blind bat.
Not knowing where I’m at.
Too scared to open my eyes.
Too late before I realize…

Now that my sight is restored,
I’m in a plight that is abhorred.
As I lift my foot to step ahead.
I find that I am stationary instead.

A blob of slimy gunk is adhering.
A sadist is standing and cheering...
Placing a bet on my final moment.
How can I escape this involvement?

I’ve tried, but I cannot wish it away.
The future is unsure. Should I stay?
When I try to dodge from its course
I’m found again; I have no recourse.

With nothing to lose I stand
Oblivious to the reprimand…
I am focusing in a new direction.
Shoeless, I turn at the intersection.

Hideous laughter rings with an echo.
You’ll end up where all fools go…
On an empty street
With nothing to eat.

Better to be cold and starving, yet free.
A life trapped in the jaws of addiction is misery.
I prayed for guidance and expressed my intention…
Burning in Hell was prevented by divine intervention.

7/13/07