Another World

Walking past the door my jacket hits the floor–

Pits of lead clatter in its shredded holes

While flakes of crimson peel– all my head will feel

Til I may lay it down is that cold hardness of metal poles.

Familiar weight of days on me– a single pang in my knee

And I fall– I’ve never felt so small–

O! T'is the call! The light tinkling-scratching within my cells while

my hand descends and collides with the hard ground.

They are there, just as before:

My friends– waiting,

Their smiles and runs mirroring mine as I

Rush to embrace– to heal.

I spy my entrance to their world–

That plastic case, that shining disc where

I make my escape – with a spark of life

I leap– they call– they beckon.

A glow completes my leave – a bright

Burst of light fills my vision and

I go – awash with their world

My curbed laughter – I free it.

The outside still jabs at me,

For unrelenting is the constant war.

O dearest life, I shall return–

Once my veins shall flood with this.