This dark place I call home is too welcoming,
by Kristy Carlisle
I need an escape yet none can be found,
I feel heavy and afraid, ready for my piece of ground.
I've been here before, I know it all too well,
My own little space I like to call hell.
How can I rid myself?
How can I break the grasp?
Let me ponder in my corner for a while,
Let me think all the thoughts I will think for a mile.
Leave me you smoking darkness, you blithering emptiness, you disturbingly profuse rubble.
I don't want this feeling to linger any longer.
Go back in the shadowy place where you belong.
Allow my sunshine to return.
You wreak havoc where you aren't due a claim and the note you've come to burn is not yours to ignite.
Leave me for I am drifting away.