A sight, a smell, a gesture— takeoff
Reality dims, the destination illuminates
Resistance futile, all options are off
The black hole’s merciless pull accelerates
Torment overtakes upon final descent
The turbulence intensifies, the end inevitable
Shot out raw and naked, feet buried in cement
The scab is peeled off, the pain inescapable
Loves lost, failures, missed opportunities
Burning, stinging—upright and exposed
Humiliations, defeats, insecurities
Straight into the heart, it cannot be closed
Tired of this—does it ever go away?
Time heals all wounds— succor in a saying
But it festers, more infrequent, still preys
Rips at your core, sturdy footing fraying
You’re here, a barren wasteland of sadness
Straightjacket, strapped to a chair, restrained
Mouth pried open, eat it! Your world is ashes
Eyelids stapled open, see it! You can’t refrain
As the daunting reality of eternal suffering sets in
When the torment and aguish seem to overflow
The honking of a horn ushers reality back in
The light turned green, cars are waiting, time to go