escape

escape

why?
why do my nights carry a burden
why cannot my eyes see any color

i knock on its door daily.
‘there aren’t answers
for all the why’s.’
it says. on some-days.
and shuts the door.

other days. it calls me in.
‘make yourself at home’
but everyday
i walk back home. empty.

look what it has done.

dark is now visible
even
during the middle of the day.

though i haven’t seen much
i know. but some nights i feel.
i may have lived enough.

this homelessness.
this restlessness.
refuses to go away. until
i try and escape from my own self.

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