not is some unfulfilled wish to leave this world behind
though i'd be lying if i didn't say the wish has crossed my mind
the thought is more symbolic of what i so long for
release
somehow i picture that knife and the chasm it forms as a release
it allows all of the pain that constantly plagues me to escape
like steam from a sewer grate or a geyser erupting its pent up rage
and for a small tiny moment just that simple image i conjure has the desired effect
the pressure lightens within me—if ever so brief—and i feel that which i crave
release
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