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I seek asylum

from myself, but

where can I go

that does not involve

walking across

the broken borders of alcohol,

or the splintered languages of medication?

Where can I go

to escape the madness

of myself, the crashing destruction

of my mind, the taste

of blood dreaming in my mouth?

Where can I go

when there is nowhere to go

but outside of myself,

permanently out?

Where can I go

leaving the little good

I know behind forever,

becoming the enemy

I have always known myself to be?


Into the red distance

of tomorrow

we stare, squinting our eyes

so the future

isn't as clear,

that willful haze the possibility

of a better future than the one we know

is there waiting,

the one we know

we so truly deserve.

About The Poet

Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been

published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging

Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll.  His debut poetry collection "Playing

Poohsticks On Ha'Penny Bridge" was published in 2010. He is currently working

towards a second collection. He also makes musical noise under the names

Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures

Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy. His blog/website can be found at:

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