Heavenly Hades

Jaded eyes grown tired of seeing
Battered body weary with being
Bleeding ears sick of the screams
Tortured mind, nothing’s what it seems

Searching hands, black with ashes
Nothing left, I grab the matches
Destroy everything to see the light
Pretend it’s normal, but nothing’s right

Convince myself destruction’s the key,
A beginning in ending all I see
Watch as the dust flies away
I’m left alone, it’s best that way

Nothing to ruin, nothing to lose
No need to read their cryptic clues
Sick of a constant struggle to do right
I give up on this impossible fight

Watch the paint blister, blacken, peel
A shimmering fantasy, nothing’s real
Ever changing, never the same
I’ve found a home, in the flames

poem by Joyce Rugg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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