Poetry - The Escape Route

All the voices in his head, Pulling away in different directions, Innocence left behind as he bled, Hung out to dry away his affections Between the jaws of anxiety and reality, Walking through the forest of illusions, Hit hard by the world’s brutality, Crashing out of his delusions Pushing him towards insanity, Or is it just another illusion? Each voice acting out of vanity, Or are they in collusion? He walks away in defiance, But they’re a part of his soul, Pulling him back into acceptance, As he loses away all control He opens his eyes to this new world, Overrun by the deathly greed, Vulnerable and weak, his emotions hurled, As he's led by the self seeking creed

Burning in the fire of anxiety, Striking his swords with sobriety, Abandoned heart of the lonely soul, Unaware of the feeling of whole Deriving strength from the night, As his spirit begins to ignite, Hammered into the malleable state, Left awake in the forger's wait As silence begins to creep in, Crawling deep within his skin, Whispering to break all chains, Set himself free of all constrains Darkness holding his hand tight, Unwilling to let him experience light, Unmindful of this maze of miseries, He's caught up in his memories