Infinite

Just a simple poem about feeling trapped as we look for the freedoms of being liberated. Feedback would be appreciated. Thank you.

Infinite

There are moments.

Moments that dictates a lot of s**t.

I take them for granted.

Why?

It’s easy to escape.

Flee.

Vamoose.

It’s all the same to me.

Sometimes I feel trapped.

With the same four walls.

It becomes dull.

The color fades.

And lately, it lulls me to sleep.

It becomes a familiar song.

Whistling the same tune

 Over and over

Despite my desire

To escape.

Something tells me it will get better.

And I will be able to lull myself to a better harmony.

And I can experience a moment so sweet.

That the fear goes away.

The pain subsides.

That dark hour will always linger.

But for that moment

I’m infinite.