The Great EscapeA Poem by look.both.waysMy hands are shaking, My mind is clear. My bones are breaking, The end is near. I'm falling, silent. I see the ground. The screams are quiet. No noise, no sound. The rush, the sirens. I see the lights. People surround me. Nothing is right. I'm in the room again. No escape. I'm bonded to the bed again. No escape. They shoot me up again. No escape. I'm still alive again. No escape. © 2017 look.both.ways |
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