NO ESCAPE

I am afraid.
I see the ghosts;
They want to kill me.
I cannot hide.

I am in pain.
I feel the blows;
They're meant to hurt me.
I cannot run.

I am deranged.
I hear the screams;
They make me deaf.
I cannot understand.

I am near death.
I've touched the heavens;
The angels call, but
I cannot hear.

- 2002 -

(End of poem)