April 5, 2008
By Mackenzie Francis, London, ZZ

Time is ticking,
running out,
the walls around me,
start fading out,
my heart is pounding,
no way to go,
the rose upon my chest starts to willow,
the anger in me needs to see,
the light is out there searching for me,
the tears upon my face run down,
like a rocky stream that has no mouth,
the gravel road is getting steep,
to hard to walk with my bare feet,
the walls have taken over me,
the dark is now surrounding me,
you can't escape without the key,
but that is only found in thee.

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