Waiting to be Spun

Needing a place to run to.

A dark place to go unnoticed.

A dark place to hide.



Searching out all the darkest paths needed to be taken.

But all of them I have already run.



Trying to scream out for help!

No words escaping.

Hopelessly tongue tied.



Red light turns green for only a second.

Already wound up!

Just waiting to be spun!