Rescue Me from Me


Are you the one,
And only one
Who comes to me
In the night?

Asking questions
In my dreams
Seems to be
The way of me.

Solving riddles
Is the way
To break free.

Walking in circles,
Dreaming in rhythm,
All of the day.

Running solo,
Crossing me,
Casting lots
Into the sea.

Do you ask me
Why I say this?
Are you tortured
In your sleep?

There is no end
To the questions
In my head.

Spying something
In the corner,
Smiling at me,
Oh, so softly.

So, what becomes
Of the mystery?
Where is this journey
Going to take me?

Will I ever
Escape the tragedy?
Will you rescue
Me from me?


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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