Back With a Vengeance

Back With a Vengeance

I’ve got a chill to the bone.
The autumn wind whirls leaves around me
and I yearn to return home.

I keep looking back.
Memories stalk me day by day.
A poet silenced,
unsure of what to say.

I want the freezing rain on my skin,
the sudden sting of frostbite in the breeze.
I just need to feel it. Feel alive once more.
Standing in the autumn chill, awaiting winter.

I’ve been so isolated,
spent so long in a self-made prison.
I am weary of my own self-pity,
my words leaving a bitter taste.
It’s time to move forward
and stop this self-indulgence.

I’ve been in solitary confinement,
waiting for a sign of atonement.
Now I’ve grown complacent.
Have I truly paid my dues?

Everybody has their moments.
Everybody faces a fall.
Everybody has that day when they just
find themselves hitting the ground.
Everybody’s troubles are their own.
Everybody feels alone.
Everybody walks away at times,
feeling like they’ve been betrayed.

Everybody’s flawed
and distances themselves from the world.
Everybody yearns for a place to hide,
to escape into their own fantasy.

I need to escape from here.
Stop holding myself back with my own bullshit.
A prisoner of my own fears.

I want to breathe the crisp air.
Feel winter’s bite in my lungs.
Find that same rush
I felt when I was young.

Everybody loves to deflect blame.
Everybody claims their innocence.
Everybody can point fingers
and blame others for their mistakes.
It can’t be their fault.
Others screwed up too.
So they lock themselves away,
avoiding the judgmental eyes,
the sentencing for their flaws.

Everybody imprisons themselves.
Everyone waits for redemption,
sitting in the darkness,
hoping for their soul to heal.

Everybody needs to feel the cold.
Everybody serves their own sentence
until winter’s winds shatter their confinement
and they come back out.

I’m coming back with a vengeance.