THE TRAGEDY OF RELIEF

i hold relief in my hand
such sweet satisfaction
in the hope of deliverance
from the world
here on my shoulders.
if only for but a while.

nothing matters
but the beat of my heart
which occurs now
without burden
for in this moment
i am free.

let go
i have been released
snipped away
like a loosened string
from around satan's finger
and now i exist without torment.

running away
i have succeeded in escape.
but in doing so,
i have robbed myself
of the gift of you.
oh tragedy, catch 22.