skipping over damaged area

Navigating diverse paths throughout the day,

each brimming

with varied hues and shifting moods,

seamlessly weaving hell and heaven,

obstructing the essential sight,

like a misplaced focal point in a poor artwork.

How can I escape this?

(Did you try to burn this joint down? )

With nowhere to flee, I search the earth.

Toes crooked, eyes bloodied,

leaving no mark, head throbbing.

I want to hibernate, like a wild beast in its den.

Forget about perpetrators, bad choices,

basking in the sunlight on my tired face.

Perhaps a wild animal will wander near,

while scratching its back, I'll stretch my legs.

My muscles will unwind until I drift off

waking in an unknown place,

unburdened by troubles that trip me up.

A clear path, but not for me, sadly.

I wish…