Taken Prisoner

I can’t escape it in my dreams; instead I’m forced To live through this nightmare, my heart beaten sore. I beg Father Abraham for a drop of relief For, oh! How I am tormented in this flame– Forced to play this hopeless game. Now, years later, I see them still with my own eyes. In another timeline, I’m braver and wise; In this one, I’m wishing it would burn down to the ground– The home and the memories I failed to build. Tortured by merciless guilt. Eating my tears as they drop, I long for respite And yearn for a rest I know will never be. I drink from the Dead Sea, but my thirst deeper grows. Awaiting my turn, forever and a day; Only a lifetime away…