Poetry - The Escape Route

As darkness seems to creep in, The distance between us seems thin, The illusions taking over our senses, There's no way we could mend these fences The devil makes us sin, Unlike any other of his disciple, Burning down under, maintaining his grin, As we regret our moments of chagrin As we dissolve within the symphony, Far away from any sympathy, Anticipating the day of epiphany, We're caught under our own imagery The echo of his snigger fills the sky, Rising out of the ashes, No answer to the question why, As everything around crashes No dwelling to head towards, As life plays over each verse, As Darkness whispers us the words, Theres no way out of this curse

The mind only wonders why? Why blue takes over the whole sky, Why grass seems greener on the other side, Why life goes through such erratic tides, Swinging through the highs & lows, How alongside the cold wind blows, The ambient mood of the beauty around, Fails to capture attention of the frowned She buried the love in the summer grave, Found another passion to crave, Yet time never ceases to move, One's left with nothing to disprove Wondering how the misplaced piece, Found its way back with caprice, To rekindle the joyous moments of Content, The wounds shall heal to an extent With no regret left behind, With no reason to remain blind, He walks ahead with his pride, A pinch of honour in every stride