Almost Back Home

I'm almost back
back where the sun doesn't shine
back where the grass doesn't grow.
back where you can't touch my heart

back in my black lair.
no more running fingers thru my hair,
or whispered words of love.
no more hurt, no more pain
no more dancing in the rain.

I'm tired of trying
tired of lying to myself.
Welcome numbness,
let me lean into you once more
pour your sweet oblivion over me
And lest i once again try to leave,
shackle me with your sensationless-ness
tie me with ropes of unemotion.
For I am not ready to be free.


SweeetKiester SweeetKiester
41-45, F
Aug 24, 2014