Trapped
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
I’d run away
to the nearest plane,
that could take me to the farthest place,
that could bring me
to the highest high,
that I won’t ever come down from.
I’d run away
to the nearest boat,
that could sail me to the sandiest island,
that could warm me
so I can’t be cold,
and my hair would smell like seaside.
I’d run away
to the nearest train,
that could take me to a different time,
that could teach me
what it means to smile,
so I’m never burdened by tears.
I’d run away
to whatever could
take me from this awful dark place,
that could save me
from the sad inside,
but I can’t. Because I’m trapped.