Utopia Poem by Ismael Rodriguez

Walk a maze,
to find the truth.
Where do I hide?
When the light shines,
too bright in my eyes.

Smell the scent,
of the coming day.
Trapped in my mind.
With no way out,
but to DIE!

Help me as I scream,
silently
to be six feet below.
A headstone for comfort and rest,
will greet me there.

Suppressing self-hate.
It becomes too hard.
I pray for the end.
As I put the barrel in my mouth.