A Way Out Poem by Jimmy Inlow

I hate your constant bleating,
Competing with my heart,
Drowning affirmation,
All comfort ripped apart.
Greedy for attention,
Your call is loud and shrill,
You feed on apprehension,
Imperil, scare, make-ill.

Ignore you I can never,
You prick me when I rest.
Squelch notions of forever,
Burn spirit, hope arrest.
Stamp 'last' on every measure,
Not saying now or then.
The answer comes at leisure,
Even you do not know when.

How do I subjugate you?
Redeem my tortured soul?
Assume your coming isn't true?
Or reinvent your role?
Pretend that you are out-of-time,
A portal to some other?
Deceit is yours to hold not mine.
I rend all Gods asunder.

The way to best you seems to be,
To hold you in my arms.
Immerse you deep inside of me.
Display your calling card.
You will complete all that I am.
What's life without the void?
Alone, beginnings cannot stand,
And endings none avoid.