Escape

 Escape

Words, sharp as shields,

crafted with care to defend,

building walls from enemies

who wait, knives in hand.

With syllables spun,

we slip from the noose of truth,

dancing with lies.

To escape the surrender

of soul, of pride-

we weave tales in haste,

masking wounds left unhealed.

We hide our frailty in laughter,

wrap tears in whispered promises,

and flee from the weight

of emotions unspoken.

Each word juggled,

a performance, a trick-

its meaning twisted

to fit the shape of the moment.

Words uttered,

An elation at winning an argument,

Like a woven verbal web

That feels benign.

They wound, they soothe, they cut and mend,

Yet never letting out how feelings end.

In this game of survival,

we live a real lie,

our tongues dancing

to a song we’ll never sing aloud.

But one day, the silence will come,

the final escape,

when the mind untangles itself

from the heart’s tether,

In that breathless moment,

the sweet lie dies with us.

And the words we once wielded

fall like dust to the earth,

leaving nothing but the quiet truth

beneath the hurdle called life.