I’m suffering in this cage, I haven’t’ seen outside for days
Shame beading up slowly runs down my soul, This chaos I create put me in this hole
I’m reaching up past myself – climbing out, Its cold, dark, alone, wet, slippery, depending on my clout
I’m out
A door, hard made of my past keeping me in, It takes time to tear it into oblivion,
Sunshine pours down my face, Pale deprived of warmth and grace
My first breath of freedom crawls up my nose only to choke on the fire that arose
Flames and smoke fill the air, all this time I thought I was in despairWho know it was so jaded out there.
No comments:
Post a Comment