I want to burn my heart away

Through miles and miles of travel, stay

As far from comfort, love and loss

To bury the ache and shoulder my cross

I want to be breathless with loneliness

Leave me here and

Please just f o r g e t  u s 



They say it’s ‘drapetomania’
I call it discontent.
I’ve let ‘wanderlust’ invade
With its courteous malintent.

Sometimes it’s ‘lypophrenia’
With its curious shadowy form;
And disease causes ‘dysania’
(Why can’t I make it out the door?)

Whatever word you call it,
‘Sadness’ works in its place.
Someday I aim to feel happiness instead,
Or ‘joy’- or ‘passion’- or ‘grace’.


Sudden desperate need to prove

That I am me no matter where

Wanderlust; and whither to?

Soldiers wrought of biting wind

The Eastern cold, the northern frost

To weather snow and trials and sins. 
Or boiling heat and thousand suns,

Wretched sands and desert dunes. 

Forests dull or glaciers sharp

I desperately wish to escape this room.