Freedom or Capture?

Freedom or Capture?

A Poem by Akotlah

Acid burning

Time is turning

Reach out for my hand

Illness takes you

By surprise

In this cold and distant land

Friends are dying

Their corpses rotting

We’re losing them one by one

You’ve lost all hope

Stay with me

For you are not the only one

Come with me

Dodge the dead

We are so getting out of here

Look in my eyes

See my hope

We’ll survive this night my dear

You cough loudly

And softly too

Hush now or we’ll be caught

The tunnels split

Don’t go left

For I hear a battle being fought

Right we go

Slow we go

As we’re stumbling through the dark

Light trickles in

We hold our breath

On this room also, death has left its mark

I see the crack

I tear at it

More light rips through the room

Come to me

Help me you dope

We will soon be free from this tomb

The whole is huge now

We can climb through

We wrench ourselves out to see the sun

Where are we now?

I don’t know

Stranded on the island of fun?

Well who cares

We’re free from hell

We now have nothing but time

We find the locals

We’re in Jamaica now

Your taken to a hospital you’ll be healthy again in time

© 2012 Akotlah


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Akotlah
Akotlah

newcastle, nsw, Australia



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