Escape

My mind is empty, therefore my soul is gone.

I yearn for the peace that comes from my creativity,
that comes from that only great divinity.

The stroke of my pen has ceased.
The stroke of my pen is the only thing that can increase
the power within me to strive; the part of me that wants to survive.

In this way I can overcome myself.
Myself- a dark reminder of my poor mental health.

In this way I can escape to a place full of freedom.
I can escape and obtain this freedom.

A freedom so far out of my reach,
of which I have been impeached.

If only it ws even worth that try,
I would stay there and forever remain alive.