Home, Again

Weakness sweeps me away in a torrent of familiar.

The trap encloses my mind as I seize deception.

Slowly, I fall down the tunnel of failure.

Old wounds rip open as scars ooze new blood.

The comfortable dank pit welcomes me home again.

Escape has no name here.

Heaving with laughter the eyes glow red.

Conquered again they scream relentless.

The mire has thickened with time and offense.

I’m lost beneath the bog of collapse.

Surely, I am home again
.

Death
.

Yet, I still feel pulse throb my neck.

A thunderous clap pierces my ears.

Swirling headlong I am plucked from the morass.

The gentle scarred hand bodes familiar.

I am Home, Again.

Free.