The Escape

July 3, 2014
Walls of protection have become bars of confinement
These corners are closing in
Can't breathe,
Can't think;
I have to get out.
Slowly squeeze
The knob,
And every sound is
Magnified, as I will the door to close
The houses slowly pass in their silent slumber.
Leaves are stirred and rustled,
Rocks are shifted;
My spirit lifted.
Footsteps fade, measuring the distance.
The stars sparkle.
The sky smiles at pain.

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