Insanity Cries

Waiting, impatiently, for sanity,
a battered soul cried out in voice to me.
Sounds, shaky with fear and even disgust,
shrilled in chilling wind as it blew its' gust.

Knowing my mind was prone to wander the dark,
I sat in silence while pain made its' mark.
Familiar was the tone screaming my name,
yet, its' presence had caused my heart much shame.

For years I wandered, lost, throughout long nights,
seeking his face as others brought me fright.
Bloodied bones, bullets and such had found peace.
Yet... their being had brought me to my knees.

Hiding in spoons of addiction, I ran...
endlessly peering, searching for new lands.
Admitting defeat with acknowledgment,
I took myself to Mental Health's treatment.

Hope was soon diminished with his staying,
creating in me failure and much dismay.
When I heard him beckoning from the train,
I closed my mind and stood in freezing rain.

Death took his soul away from those he loved,
so why does he torment me? just because?
I have seen him on occasion and cried.
Doesn't he see, when he left, I, too, died?