Crisis

I dream of sinking worlds

the collapsing gods running from me, 

I dream of chasing them, 

prayers left behind 

to be, what I've always wanted to be. 

Every moment here, my resentment grows, 

the roots of a banyan

protruding nowhere 

but slithering beneath your feet. 

My hatred spread out—

like the arms of a lover

who will kill you when you sleep. 

Days, hours, seconds, I curse

while I wait to be rescued

from this gargantuan self-infliction of misery. 

I dream of burning this down,

ashes that will be the blood in my veins 

I dream of nothing to exist 

in this horrid, wretched place. 

Burn it, sink it, end it.

I dream of being, 

Nothing you want me to be.