saved

i often return to that place
where the sunshines
only through a key hole
and the only sound
is the flickering of a lighter
with no wind to blow it out

i return there
stomach pains and hand shaking
kicking and screaming
while memory drags me
by my thoughts

i often return there
not of free will
but held hostage
by my own thoughts
reminding me of the illusion
the mirage of happiness
and instant gratification

i often return here
and when i do
i remember the loneliness
and solitude of guilt
and remember
all that i have to live for
then i am saved
love peace and happyness Les-T