Taming Solace Poem by Precy Brozas Varilla

Taming Solace



Sometimes all I want is to run and hide,
To vanish in an instant out of your sight,
I wish to ride the wind or fly with a kite,
To an unknown universe I’ll lay my life.

I’m trying to push through but I’m tired,
Weary of failures; caught in a raging tide,
Fire’s quelled; unwilling to see the other side,
Loins’silenced; no longer can I take a stride.

I was never happy with life, and never will be,
If you’ll take this ugly mask away, surely you’ll see,
I’m nothing but a lone soul pretending to be happy,
Yes, darling! My smile’s a mixture of hate and envy.

Why should I go on
with this life in recluse and bane?
Should I hold on,
though it’s already laid on a broken lane?
Could I catch hundred moonbeams,
even if it’s silently in wane?
Nay! Hopes that fill my life
are just pools of lies sighed in mundane.

I want to run away,
but my knees are far too weak to start the pace.
I want to pull the trigger,
but my fingers tremble with fear and silky daze.
I press the cold knife against my skin,
but no single blood drops to fill the case.
I tighten the noose, but the bell rings
I reckon death has to wait, to give me solace.

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