Sanctuary

Blood pumps hard and fast, feeding

The ache of panic alive in your chest.

Choices pressing up against you

Pulling you down, guiding left

And right till you just want to

Scream with frustration, as more

Responsibilities force upon you,

A constant pressing at the core

Of you being, but we all bear it

Though some loudly moan

About their sufferings, doing

Little as their troubles grow larger,

Deep in their throats the fear

Starts to overwhelm, a cheap thrill

As life takes you hard, fast and rough.

Yet sanctuary is where it stands still,

For a moment, a day, an eternity.

That’s where a vacation lies,

The world is quiet here.

An empty nothingness,

A giddy lack of constraint,

A run in the rain.

Yet, as soon as you stop, thoughts rush back.

The fear replaces exhilaration,

Skin heavy again, lead spread like butter.

As soon as you leave sanctuary,

You’re fucked.