Escape Poem by W.T. Sherwood

Escape



The incessant child of loneliness visits me almost every night
Tormenting me with her ravaging thirst for the company of light
She crawls into my arms crying for the pain that rips her apart
If only I could satiate that craving of her other crucial part
Sleep descends only to exasperate her need
by depicting the dreams of what strangers might heed
Screams of terror through the night
As she grows to realize the ferocity of the fight
She sees it now, her chance at escape
She smiles, as we tumble down the cliff, knowing it’s too late.

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