The Only Escape

My soul is choked
By the weeds of strife
That grow wild within.
There is so much
Roiling and boiling
In my mind,
I cannot escape the noise.
It claws at my skull,
A shrieking cacophony
Of voices from the past
Haunting me with putrid secrets
That fester and stink;
Macabre specters
That rise from their graves
To torture me
With things unspoken.
They chase me through
My waking hours, relentless
In their pursuit.
My only salvation lies
In darkening skies
And setting suns,
A journey into endless night
That soothes my blistered soul.

'The Only Escape' Copyright Patricia Schoenberger 2008, all rights reserved worldwide.