In everyone lives a little man
Who makes do with what little he can
He scrapes the walls for an easy way out
Instead, he is forced to live a life without.
Without anything to break his seemingly endless fall
We rarely stop to listen for him beyond the unlit hall
Around and within him there is dolor and rage
The only thing to do is to compose himself like an all knowing sage.
The poor little man wishes he can let go
Of all his terrible memories of long ago
But to forget what he has already seen
Is impossible considering what has been.
And what of the little man who triumphs his own fears
He will run free with his eyes laden with tears
But for the rest, it is not quite at an end
The winners have advice that they cannot lend.
For all who wish to escape their own prison
They must have a light that they must envision
To actually escape, which everyone can
Just ask their own private little desperate man.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.