TRAPPED

May 4, 2018

The yellow light from the streetlamps peak

in my window at night,

taunting me with the things I will never know.

As the ghastly white snow falls,

I see the life I will never live reflected in

its gleam.

Couples join hands while walking down the sidewalk

leaving a trail of footprints behind,

marking a journey I will never make.

The black mass of depression slithers from under my

bedroom door,

constricting me with its evil;

whilst birds soar in the sky,

expanding their freedoms with every breath they

take.

All the while, I cannot seem to open my window of

opportunity,

the black mass seals it shut, leaving me alone.






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