i escaped

622/1998

what to do
you understand
beside me, hold my hand
over the thought
I would be dead
end road, I can’t stop
the madness, happy eyes
drawn in sand
storm swirling
thoughts bring me the same
conclusion that nothing’s ever concluded
with a prayer, no one here
to stop the pain
pushes itself into me
and mine will be far
from here by the time
you get to know me I
will have changed
into something new
more appropriate
for the events that will transpire,
expired parking meter
and a twenty dollar
ticket for the show I missed
the boat was sinking
anyway so I am glad I
escaped…