Torment

Torment
Jan 2009


Approaching the dreary place.
The sweat freezes on your face.
Do you turn around or are you ready to plead your case.

Burning the candle at all three ends.
You get burned in the middle.
You are alone, you dread your life.
Is it worth all of the stress and strife?

You have someone in who you can turn.
But do you realize that before you crash.
Before you churn.
Before you burn.
Your guts and insides spew out like a mud slide coming down a mountain.

“Don't you just want to give up?”
“Come on.”
The voice at the top of the stairs says. “Come on, Give it up.”

You need to decide.
Open the door.
Walk up the dark stairs.
Face the demon.
Face yourself.

You don't have to be alone.
You don't even have to cry.
But you do have to scream and yell and let it go.
Give it up.
Give what up?

You open the door.
It doesn't make a sound.
The sweat on you face disappears.
You gain something.
You take three steps up the stairs.
It goes black.