Just leave

Through rough and tangled dangerous fields he crawls
with eyes lowered and head bent
past the pain and the grief that folds in around him
beneath the smoke of disillusion and doubt that has pushed him down

far ahead he spies a glimmer of peace and clarity
though it seems too far, he crawls ever closer to its crystal newness
so long blinded by the war surrounding him
he's failed to see the delicate beauty that could someday be his

for now he must continue to bleed for the path he has chosen to take
his only choices are to drag himself into the pristine peace before him
or to let himself be slowly smothered by his now weak and lifeless spirit
through rough and tangled dangerous fields he must crawl