Till the end of me

Is there someone- I know?

So I could

Pour my heart open

And expect- the world

Is there something- I can do?

To engage myself

In the art of being alone

And I'd the world of my own

Is there a little somewhere- I can be?

I can be- who I wanna be

A person not so afraid of death

And I'd nudge a life on that pole

Is there a way?

To find out

A little joy

A little mercy?

Or just a bit of peace

Is there a place?

To runaway

Hide or reassurances?

Being snagged into

A deep pit- pulling down

Till, end of me.