A Stranger To Myself. Poem by alex sarich

Orange skylines peer before my eyes
beckoning me to look up,
a stranger to myself I become,
scars saturate a sadness that
seep into the landscape of my heart
pushing deeper, drowning, narrowing
feelings, a premature process
that blocks vulnerable, veneered
healings, as the past, won't fade
the scene gets darker in the hidden shade.

Perhaps I need an open road to escape
this life, one with many trails as scarce
as the alien tracks on the moon with
each one becoming resistant to emotions
and my addictions, then I'm slowly nurtured
back to the earth's crust showing love
would be an unconditioned answer to it all.